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What brought you to the window sill Outside the sanctuary wall? Was it the radiant colors of the stained-glass window panes Reflecting in the sun, or inward light, That lured you here?
Did you desert your feathered friends Or were you weary from your flight, And spotting nearby shelter from the cold November winds Dropped down to rest, and linger for a while, And chose to stay?
You nestled on that narrow ledge Above the barren, frozen ground, And found a quiet haven, underneath protecting eaves Where a long dove might pause to rest a bit.. And call it home.
Perhaps the tiny stained-glass crèche Proclaimed aloft the Advent news, Or, as we joined in song and praise in joyful preparation We welcomed you.
We see your coming as a sign At this glad season of the year, Of prophecy fulfilled, of hope renewed, of peace on earth, When God sent Christ on Christmas Day And love was born
Jane Wiseman 1989
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