Christmas
The night is short like a breath
and long like a cry –
a woman who hard is giving birth of
a day.
A flame, glimmered above water:
one and only,
invisible,
sacred.
Immovable star.
Nothing born in Spirit
passes away.
Neither does it repeat.
The circle is broken –
after the life, a life is coming.
There’s no death.
O, mother – give a birth!
A God’s voice over the dark:
“He was born…”
© 2017, bogpan
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“Nothing born in Spirit
passes away.” What an amazing and true phrase! Thanks for the uplifting share this month! 🙂
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