Advent Crying

White falls on the world.
And the world, she pales,
at the cry of her babies. 

And mothers heave,
and fathers tear in two.

The world is white, but it is not quiet.
It screams, with terror and the terrible.

The world weeps,  

and the only answer for her is the Word.

Come Lord, be our Comforter.

Nurse us in the bosom of your love.

Save us, Lord. 

Heal us, Lord.
Oh Lord forgive your people, 

for we know not what we do.