We celebrate the coming of the light.
Before calendars and clocks
Men wondered what was happening to the sun
Days getting short, shorter, shortest
And then a pause and ever so gradually
A little more light
The beginning of a new year
Another cycle of birth, growth and death
But on a day in Bethlehem
A new light came into this world
A new story came to be
No more eye for an eye
All the old things passed away
To be seen in a new light
We celebrate the son
With love and peace and joy
In anticipation of good things to come
Trusting, we have faith
Watchfully waiting
Listening quietly
