Tag: Christ’s birth

The Gift

Whilst gathering Christmas photos, Ingesting sugar stuffs, Of garlands hung with stockings, And tots with ne’er enough. I’m wistful in my silence, And laughing low, I sigh, As scars of scrapes and tumbles pale, with church chimes nigh. Alone at midnight’s wakening, I’m watchful for the sign of holy incarnation,… Continue Reading “The Gift”

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