
the glory of fall
lasting only a few days
so empty when gone

the glory of fall
lasting only a few days
so empty when gone

preparing the way
a voice cries in the desert
a new heaven comes

people in darkness
lining the back of the church
advent confession

sunset at the lake
the night won’t come earlier
than it has tonight

crisscrossing the sky
our paths always arc earthward
gravity of life