
A Christmas writing....
(outline shamelessly stolen from Father Michael)
Carelessly left among the refuse,
Hidden among the bright bows and shredded paper.
Rested the baby Jesus fashioned from a bowling pin,
Inviting us to peer into his world,
Searching for a way to reach us,
Trying to send his seemingly lost
Message. But somewhere in the chaos,
Angels added their voices and
Seemingly we heard some part of the tiny chorus as we stopped to listen.
1 comment:
Hello Leani,
Looks like you had a nice Christmas with your family!
Maybe next Christmas you can see the lights at Oxford St. They will be there waiting for you.
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