Soft is the palette
Of this morning’s view
Were these the colors
That Mary saw too?
The morning before
Our Savior’s birth
Stillness so gentle
Of gifting to earth
Of palette to ponder
Surrender unto
Of message preparing
Peace granted to you
Did the Spirit whisper
Of wisdom to see
This is the last dawning
Of time marked, B.C.
Let us offer a prayer
May this day be the same
For all the lost souls
May our savoir they claim