Come,
let us
walk
in the light
of the
Lord:
the light is blinding and
the days are long; the sun
confuses us, the bustle deafens.
Lord:
let us walk.
Let’s leave our cars, our homes, our days
and walk.
The Son has stories brighter than noon,
pavilions for the rising of the brightest morning,
and ways that feet must slow to learn.
But come.
Prepare your crowns, prepare
your heads to bow before
His crown.
Prepare the day, to slow, to greet
this child,
bright as Day.
