Photo of an Advent CalendarAn Advent Calendar Poem: Twenty-four Windows, by Avery Miller The Society December 1, 2019 Beauty, Culture, Holidays, Poetry 2 Comments My Adventskalender in Germany made Of paper and glitter has Heaven displayed Through twenty-four windows. Come open with me Each miniature vision of things heavenly. Behind the first window are rabbits who dance. The second, a glittering snowflake enchants, And third, there’s a cat lying down with a mouse Behind the fourth window, a gingerbread house. On opening five, a droll chariot lifts. The sixth is the day for the old Saint with gifts. His pack holds the seventh, beribboned, a pet. Number eight is an apple and not bitten yet. At nine we find sisters with cookies to bake. Their brothers at ten skate across the wide lake. Eleven’s a choir wrapped up to their noses, And twelve is a knight and a Lady with roses. December thirteenth, Scandinavian girls Lay wreaths holding candles upon their bright curls. At fourteen, they knock at a cottage aglow Where good folk set out for the church down below. Stained glass in the window bears fifteen; we find A pageant in progress, a child’s Palestine. The Bethlehem star is ablaze at sixteen O’er monarchs at seventeen kneeling between The ox at eighteen and at nineteen, the ass. Let’s stop for a moment, we’re going too fast. For twenty reveals lovely Mary at prayer; I would like to be quiet and kneel with her there. As Joseph stands by us beneath twenty-one, His lantern as constant and bright as the sun, A Baby behind twenty-two seems to be A doll to be played with by poor you and me. Behind twenty-three, proof that angels are real. The last is a Child whose wounds have been healed! The twenty-fourth window, just open and see, His cross come to life as a green Christmas tree! Oh, see how He beckons us children to enter Our heavenly home in the Adventskalender! Once a high school Spanish teacher, Avery Miller is now a home educator in New York. She and her husband are much occupied with math, meals, science, soccer games, sentence diagrams, dirty dishes, Latin, and laundry. Views expressed by individual poets and writers on this website and by commenters do not represent the views of the entire Society. The comments section on regular posts is meant to be a place for civil and fruitful discussion. Pseudonyms are discouraged. The individual poet or writer featured in a post has the ability to remove any or all comments by emailing submissions@ classicalpoets.org with the details and under the subject title “Remove Comment.” Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 2 Responses Julian D. Woodruff December 1, 2019 Lovely! And so much in tbe spirit of those Adventskalender. It reminds me of tbe hymn Vom Himmel hoch, especially as set and so dazzlingly varied by Bach. Thanks for my first prezent of the season! Reply Avery Miller December 2, 2019 Thank you for the kind comment. I’m delighted with the photo that was chosen to accompany the poem. It is just the sort of Advent calendar that I had in mind. The Christkind as a gift bringer is very interesting to me, as is the Jesulein in many German illustrations. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.