Monday, December 11, 2017

Monday WRites 135

[images 1 and 5 are mine. 2,3,4, were found by a google search]

Strangely a voice taken by the wilderness
Carries through wind in supple willingness
Through tree branches and sand dunes
Air and sky lend ear to message strewn

There is a visitor and he who is coming
With his arrival will we be succumbing
To seducer friend intruder guest or cheat
Do we win him a feast of happy receipt

Preparation observes to itself a season
Rain or months brittle Dry lend reason
Nuances of hope become ready corners
Hearts of dust and grime let to scourers

A boy in a manger to whom knees bend
Offerings of health wealth and praise spend
PREPARE YE © gillena cox 2017


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❧✿❧A Happy Advent Season to all❧✿❧ The second Sunday Advent candle has been lit This is the 'Love' or as some say 'Bethlehem' Candle
You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧ well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or practice eg the rite of afternoon tea).
Welcome to Monday WRites #135, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites


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