A Candle of Joy

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In winter’s hush, the shadows fade,

A rose-hued flame begins to braid

Its warmth through hearts that long have yearned,

For promised light, for hope returned.

The barren branch begins to sing,

The desert blooms, the bells all ring,

For in the stillness, whispers grow—

“The One you seek is near, you know.”

Not yet the manger, not yet the star,

But joy breaks in from realms afar;

A holy laughter fills the air,

For Love Himself will soon be there.

So lift your eyes, let gladness rise,

Through Advent’s watch, through waiting skies;

The candle’s glow, a gentle sign—

The dawn is near, the Light divine.