Intentional Advent

        In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan, 
	earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone; 
	snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow, 
	in the bleak midwinter, long ago.

	Our God, heaven cannot hold him, nor earth sustain; 
	heaven and earth shall flee away when he comes to reign. 
	In the bleak midwinter a stable place sufficed 
	the Lord God Almighty, Jesus Christ. 

	Angels and archangels may have gathered there, 
	cherubim and seraphim thronged the air; 
	but his mother only, in her maiden bliss, 
	worshiped the beloved with a kiss. 

	What can I give him, poor as I am? 
	If I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb; 
	if I were a Wise Man, I would do my part; 
	yet what I can I give him:  give my heart.


                                      -Christina Rossetti (!830-1894)
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