In the stillness of Advent’s wait,
Hearts are yearning, minds contemplate.
Candle lights flicker in the night,
Whispering promises of peace and light.

Shadows dance on silent walls,
Echoes of ancient, sacred calls.
Time moves slowly, yet so fast,
As we await the joy that will last.

Hope is born in quiet reflection,
A journey towards divine connection.
Each moment holds a breath of grace,
In this holy, waiting space.

As the first light pierces the dark,
We find the flame within our hearts.
Advent’s gift, so pure and true,
Awaits within me and you.