Advent 17

December 18, 2014 § Leave a comment

The trimmings of evergreen have been laid in a spiral and the last apples of autumn, hollowed to make sweet votives, are cupped in infant hands. One by one they walk into the spiral and out again, setting their small candles in its trail, lighting the way through the deep winter like a shy comet glimpsed between the peaks of pines.


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