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A talcum powder effect on the
world—
A stubborn blanket of snow—
HOPE
There is a whole world waiting
for a purified sign—
the cross lies tarnished in the deep
sea of hate—
the gods shiver in their
underworld—
pale from the shadows.
A solitary bird sings
a mystery song
from the core of time
and the blood red Christmas rose
blooms all winter
in the golden light.
The still wine chills in the glass
and gives warmth to a life
and the winter star with its frozen smile
points towards
Calvary
on this winter night.
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Ms. Kelsey tells us "this poem is
about the solitary birth of Christ, the hope that is given, but in
the end death and deceit are waiting in the wings of life." |
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