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Sat 18 Dec, 2010 04:19 pm
I wrote this poem yesterday and wanted to share it with A2K
Christmas is yearning for the unborn,
uncreated, unsaved and unredeemed
Like candles set against the darkness,
Striving for warmth as well as light,
We touch each other in the darkest time,
Amid the cruelties and tolling of the years
To find some shred of magic.
Some wisp of hope to hide us from the cold
We celebrate what we may not believe
Rubbing doubts like dull sticks into flame
Hoping in the silent night that angels fly;
Watching for feathers in Bethlehem.
@mags314772,
Mags, I remember you from Abuzz.
That was a delightful poem, gal.
"...watching for feathers in Bethlehem.."
@Letty,
thanks Letty....yeah, I've been around a long time...usually don't say much....I remember you,too. Merry Christmas
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