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All the Wonders

  • betharichardson

In the Quiet of the Morning

In the quiet of the morning

I walk the dogs.

Up and down the street we go.


This day, the pre-dawn clouds

Transform from gray to pink to red.

The birds sing their morning song

Welcoming the day.


On this, the third Sunday of Advent,

Gaudete Sunday,

May I know joy.


May Joy pierce the dark, hurting places.

May Joy be glimpsed though tears, through fear.

May Joy appear in unexpected places.


Joy, come into to our longing hearts.

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