For darkness covers America.
Children go hungry while pedophiles feast.
Brown neighbors disappear like Christians sent to the lions
For the pleasure of Emperor Nero
Remembered only for his tyranny and extravagance.
Did Nero have a Golden Ballroom? Ah, yes he too loved gold.
Darkness covers America too when the sun sinks low.
So the light of the star pointing the way
To the newborn awake in the hay beams brighter, sharper.
The mid-winter dark that we savor
As we keep the rituals that soothe our souls.
As we light the first candle on the Advent Wreath
And decorate our homes with red and green, berries and wreaths.
The candles light the dark, week by week, one at a time.
We light the second, then the third. We set out the creche.
We light the fourth. The church is full of light in darkness.
Our homes glow with treasured decorations,
Vintage baubles of mercury glass thin and shiny, just a few.
Light in the darkness that covers America.
Light in the people who pray for survivors and feed the hungry.
Light shines through the darkness
When we don't look away, don't normalize sin or placate the tyrant.
Did we ever need Advent more?
Was there ever a year when the choice was so deep, the lines so heavy?
Call the children to the table, say a prayer, eat your fill
And sleep in warm beds.
There is no moral, only truth.
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