The December darkness chills us
as the clouds have moved away.
Thank God for all the little lights.
A blessing, these strings and streams
of light, these marshes of brightness
in longer nights that bear the fall away.
No pumpkins now but here’s
the consolation of electric grace.
Oh Lord, there is sorrow without solace
but that night brings out the multicolored
dreamland of your Advent.
J. Kyle Kimberlin
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