A Sunday Riff: We Wonder

As the sun disappears behind another night sky,
We wonder.
As the clouds swallow the light and steal it away,
We wonder.
As the darkness closes in, stealing evidence of the day,
We wonder.
Will it come back?
Will the sun rise again?
Will hope warm our hearts?
As Christmas clouds our vision,
As Advent seems a distant old fashioned memory,
In the bustle of the season and the rush of life,
We wonder.
Where is the child?
Will we find him again?
And does his growing up still change things?

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