A CHILDS WREATH
A child, I remember the door decorated by a fir circle,
Circle that it was, it always was fresh and new.
New as the season, new to accent this place.
Place now the wreath, the circle of green,
Green to remind us of a coming Spring.
Spring, when the snow is swept away by water,
Water which proclaims our baptism in the Lord.
Lord of All, Bethlehem's wreath of promise...brought to us by A Child.
Copyright © Daniel Cwiak | Year Posted 2010