This day, the pre-dawn clouds
Transform from gray to pink to red.
The birds sing their morning song
Welcoming the day.
On this, the third Sunday of Advent,
May I know joy.
May Joy pierce the dark, hurting places.
May Joy be glimpsed though tears, through fear.
May Joy appear in unexpected places.
Joy, come into to our longing hearts.
Find more of my prayers in my book Christ Beside Me, Christ Before Me: Celtic Blessings.