On
the edge of earth, Christmas is waiting in all its thirty three years in
miracles deep humanity for a sign that the cross is laid in hearts, barren
and true
Tables adorned with crystal and gold dishes
filled high with meat and marrons glaces opulence guilty men, all, walk to
find exactasy in the midnight mass but for one guest seated away on the
thirteenth seat. No food or drink, did he touch. Judas. they called him
in anger.
From the thirteenth seat, only one spread
his wings flying to the winter sky soaring to Passion's Place. Angel, freed from
Christmas cheers, to feel the thorns of the thirty-third year of the Cross, barren
and true
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Rahman,Brigitte Arlette-All Rights Reserved
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