Christmas Eve



by Pavel Chichikov

O sun of truth, rise upon the Earth

Rise upon your darkened land, o Lord

Raise the stubborn curtain of the night

The morning is most beautiful o God

Your people wait, your people yearned of old,

The dawn is hushed while you have yet to see

Belovèd, with your eye of purest gold

How desolate without your light are we

Come then, sun of truth, raise up your face

Father, sun of purity, your grace

Pavel's Websites are at The Poetry of Pavel Chichikov and Catholic Images by Pavel Chichikov

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