An Advent Poem

As With Madness

by Janet Lees


As with madness we prepare

For the festive time of year,

As we rush and count the days,

Advent passes in a haze,

So may our feet take us to

Places where we will meet you.


As with madness we collapse

In our armchairs to have naps,

As we eat too much and then

Fill our plates right up again,

So may we enjoy this feast,

Prompted now to share, at least.


As with madness we keep on

Tying to ignore your Son,

Timely God now takes a risk,

Bawling babe now shakes a fist,

So may each of us now see

Christ has come to set us free.


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