Beautiful Advent Reflection

For me, English carols hold the deepest resonance, seeming to rise from ancient mist, and rain, and soil, and sea. It is freshness of light piercing dark for the first time, of song piercing the silence, and the sky being rent by angel trumpets and an infant’s wail. It is the town crier making his rounds: “Past 3 o’clock, and a cold frosty morning! Past 3 o’clock! Good morrow, masters, all!”

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Posted on December 20, 2016, in Christianity and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.

  1. ” seeming to rise from ancient mist, and rain, and soil, and sea. It is freshness of light piercing dark for the first time, ” Yes! Exactly my feeling too! Thanks for putting it into words.

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  2. Thanks. I didn’t notice the link. I read the whole thing, it’s beautiful!

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