#Advent
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The candles have spoken their namesand burned themselves down to quiet truths.Hope learned to endure,Joy softened into stillness,Peace found room in the ache,Love bent low and stayed. Now the wreath holds its breath. We have walked the long waythrough promise and patience,through prayers that did not hurry God.The road narrows here.Words thin.Attention sharpens. Above us,… Read more
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-Inspired by Revelation 22:20 Come, Lord Jesusinto the waiting silence of my heart.Let hope take root where weariness has grown,and faith find light where shadows linger. Teach me to watch, not with anxious eyes,but with a soul made still in trust.You have come once in humility,and You will come again in glory,but even now, come… Read more
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It is not enough to sit still, hands folded,as if the world turns without our longing.Advent is a practice of noticing—the way the light changes by the hour,how the frost etches its delicate laceon the windowpane,and the silence hums with expectation. This waiting is not empty.It is a stirring, a gathering—like birds preparing for flight,their… Read more
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O Flame of Love,kindled in the quiet of Bethlehem’s night,Your light stretches across the ages,unfolding the mystery of a lovethat stoops low to lift us high. Love eternal, clothed in frail flesh,You came not in a bolt of lightning,but in the gentle breath of an infant’s cry.A love unrelenting, born to bearthe weight of a… Read more
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The earth holds its breath in the twilight,a hushed stillness cloaked in ancient longing.The skies stretch wide, their stars trembling,as if they too wait for the dawn of glory. Time folds inward, bearing the weight of hope,fragile yet fierce, pressed into every shadow.The prophets’ whispers echo in the silence,each word a flame flickering against despair.… Read more
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Advent is the crack of dawn before light,not absence but the tender weight of approach.It is the stillness that trembles with purpose,the air heavy with the scent of an unseen rain. We do not wait as stones wait for the tide,unmoved and inert, shaped only by time.We wait as seeds press against the dark soil,restless… Read more
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Beneath the starry expanse of waiting skies,a hush descends, a breathless pause—Peace is the quiet that counters the world’s shouts,inviting weary hearts to stillness. The prophet’s voice calls from the wild:“Prepare the way of the Lord!”Not with clamor, nor with force,but with the quiet leveling of hills,the filling of valleys,and the smoothing of rough and… Read more
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Advent is no soft hymn.It is the groan of creation stretched taut,the soil breaking open under frost,the grinding wheel of time sharpening uson the edge of eternity. This waiting is not a polite nod toward hope—it is raw and jagged,a burning bush in the wildernessthat won’t leave us untouched.We wait with our hearts stripped bare,our… Read more
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A single flame dances,small but steady,piercing the shadows of waiting.It flickers not in defiance,but in quiet assurance:the promise is near. Hope leans forward,stretching toward a dawnstill hidden behind the veil of night.Not yet seen,but deeply felt—a pulse in the silence,a cool breeze caresses the face. The prophets’ voices echo,ancient yet alive,calling from the wilderness:“Prepare the… Read more
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