Coronas of the Sun

I wanted to try and create a mood with this poem, of darkness, of procession and song, of words softly spoken, and the warm flicker of candle light, something for the season before Christmas, that of Advent, and being an amateur astronomer, I wanted to get over the image of light coming out from the edge of darkness.

Coronas of the Sun

Candle light, candle bright
In a dark world, hope is born
And so begins our Advent rite
Comfort all who are forlorn

Walking steady, walking slow
In a dark world, do not fear
A gentle warming candle glow
A sign that deliverance is near

Singing softly, singing the song
In a dark world, music heard
Calling all to come, all belong
Listen to the emerging word

In eclipse, see coronas of the sun
As burning fire, advent has begun