the first light of advent

Advent, Advent, a candle burns

Advent, Advent, a candle burns

First one then two then three then four

Than stands the Light Child at my door

The first light of Advent is the light of stones

Stones that live in crystals

In seashells and in bones

Last year I made these little Advent bags to replace the candy Advent calendar.  Each morning Naiya awakens with a squeal wishing to open the day's bag.  Most days the bag is filled with something to place upon the Advent wreath that sits on our table.  The first week so far has held an amethyst crystal and two beautiful polished stones.

The second light of Advent is the light of plants

Plants that reach up to the sun

And in the breezes dance

The third light of Advent is the light of beasts

The light of hope that we may see

In greatest and in least

The fourth light of Advent is the light of humankind
The light of love, the light of thought

To give and to understand