It’s Wednesday, the fourth day of Advent, and today I have a poem on hope for you by one of my dearest heavenly friends and favorite writers, C.S. Lewis. It’s called “What the Bird Said Early in the Year.”
I heard in Addison’s Walk a bird sing clear This year the summer will come true. This year. This year. Winds will not strip the blossom from the apple trees This year nor want of rain destroy the peas. This year time’s nature will no more defeat you Nor all the promised moments in their passing cheat you. This time they will not lead you round and back To Autumn one year older by the well worn track. This year, this year, as all these flowers foretell, We shall escape the circle and undo the spell. Often deceived, yet open once again your heart. Quick quick, quick, quick – the gates are drawn apart.
Before you go, just a reminder that throughout Advent, the daily poems and Sunday roundups will be free for all subscribers. The Friday essays, however, which tie the poems together with the week’s theme, along with the special Advent and Christmas recipes I’ll be sharing, are only for full subscribers. Until December 7, you can upgrade your subscription for 35 percent less than normal. Along with having full access to the Advent retreat, you’ll also have full access to the archives and all posts for one year. I want this retreat to be as affordable as possible for everyone, so hopefully this helps.
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