In the quiet of the night, stars softly gleam,
A season of waiting, like a tender dream.
Hearts beat with hope, in silent prayer,
As Advent whispers, promises in the air.

Candles flicker, their light so pure,
Each flame a beacon, faith to endure.
Days grow short, but spirits bright,
Awaiting the dawn, of heavenly light.

The world in stillness, breathes a sigh,
Beneath the vast and watchful sky.
Joy and peace, in shadows found,
As love descends, with gentle sound.

In hopeful anticipation, we stand,
Holding each other, hand in hand.
Through Advent’s journey, we prepare,
For the gift of love, beyond compare.