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Monday, December 23, 2013

Advent - Bethlehem

Tis the night before
The night before

an odd day
without expectation

no quiet stillness
no starry night
no angel choir
no voice echoing in our chamber of fear
be not afraid

this day we trod
we trod
through the debris of life
head down
merely putting on foot in front of the other

unaware
that all heaven is about to break loose

we think of common things
of bills to be paid
of marriages unraveling
of children struggling

we think of taxes (damn Caesar anyway)
and of hunger
and cold

step by tired step
we plod

eyes fixed on the dusty
manure scattered grown

unaware
that all heaven is about to break loose

halting for a moment
at a busy street

to watch a young girl pass by
walking the walk of the very pregnant
a man, her husband perhaps
or maybe her father
hovering at her side

the walking on again
un-expectant
and
worn

unaware
that all heaven is about to
break loose

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