Christmas

Are you not mine who art the whole world's lover?

Can I not find you in all winds that blow,

In the wild loneliness of lark and plover,

In slender shadow trees upon the snow?

--Sister M. Madeleva (1887-1964)

Advent

Trample my courts no more!

Your new moons and festivals I detest,

they weigh me down....

Make justice your aim....

Cease doing evil, learn to do good....

Though your sins be as scarlet,

they may become white as snow.

---Isaiah, Chapter 1