In the hush of winter’s breath, we wait,
For whispers of hope to gently unfold,
Candlelight flickers, marking time’s gate,
Guiding us through stories of old.

The stars above, in their quiet grace,
Hold the promise of a dawn yet to come,
Each moment a precious embrace,
A symphony of silence softly hums.

Through the shadows of the longest night,
Our hearts, in faith, find their song,
For in the stillness, there’s a light,
Leading us where we truly belong.

The world pauses, in this sacred space,
Where dreams and reality gently blend,
In advent’s gentle, waiting embrace,
We find beginnings that never end.