What brought you to the window sill
Outside the sanctuary wall?
Was it the radiant colors of the stained-glass window panes
Reflecting in the sun, or inward light,
That lured you here?
Did you desert your feathered friends
Or were you weary from your flight,
And spotting nearby shelter from the cold November winds
Dropped down to rest, and linger for a while,
And chose to stay?
You nestled on that narrow ledge
Above the barren, frozen ground,
And found a quiet haven, underneath protecting eaves
Where a long dove might pause to rest a bit..
And call it home.
Perhaps the tiny stained-glass crèche
Proclaimed aloft the Advent news,
Or, as we joined in song and praise in joyful preparation
We welcomed you.
We see your coming as a sign
At this glad season of the year,
Of prophecy fulfilled, of hope renewed, of peace on earth,
When God sent Christ on Christmas Day
And love was born