Epiphany

The star burns bright in morning gold,
A sign the ancient prophets told.
It leads the wise through desert air
To find the Child in humble care.

The gifts they bear in silence gleam—
Gold, myrrh, and frankincense that stream
With meaning deep and wonder true,
A homage born of light made new.

The stable glows with holy fire,
A warmth no winter can retire.
The world, once lost in shadow’s keep,
Awakens from its restless sleep.

So let our hearts like lanterns shine,
For love has crossed the mortal line.
On Epiphany’s bright, sacred morn,
The Light of all the world is born.

Advent Light

The candle glows, a tender flame,
It whispers softly of His name.
Through shadowed halls the silence bends,
Where hope begins and waiting ends.

The night is long, the stars are near,
They sing of promise, calm and clear.
The world still sleeps, yet hearts awake,
For love shall come, for mercy’s sake.

The barren branch, the frozen ground,
Shall bloom when grace and joy are found.
The watchman waits, the dawn shall rise,
And light shall fall from holy skies.

So let us keep this vigil true,
With prayers as fresh as morning dew.
The first of Advent calls us home,
Where faith and peace together roam.