Born is Hope;
Arrives a promise;
Unto us, this silent
night,
The angels did,
And the words
And the words,
Came to so many
yet
Come harder with time.
Until,
Until the Hope is
Real,
Is felt;
Not connected to the
words
But
Inside and around,
Encircling and
releasing.
This Hope:
Born,
Celebrated,
Lived.
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