Advent

Victorian Angels Advent

We were walking with friends
behind their Minnesota farmhouse,
Fields of cornstubble stretching to the winter gray horizon.

Suddenly from under our feet–
a heart stopping flash —
All feathers and noise and wings–
A vision of gold calling in alarm.
With our pulses pounding,
we watched the pheasant disappear.

We laughed at our fear
And marveled at the beauty and wonder
of what we had seen.

This must be what the shepherds felt
In a field a long time ago,
When they flushed
A covey of angels.

–The Course of Our Seasons, AuthorHouse Publishing 2011

This is a poem written many years ago but still one of my favorites. May you be surprised by joy and wonder during this Christmas season – K

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