Sunday, December 21, 2014

Wordle 192


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With bleary eyes the lamb, they bleat;
A thousand stars perform,
The dance to night beat.
Always the same form,
Of moon wax and moon wane,
No need for panic or sweat.
Night enters, night leaves again.
Yet, there's one to come, to pay the debt;
To help mankind to redeeming grace.

Then, one star burns the inky sky bright;
To snag the thoughts of shepherds face.
There's rejoicing on high this night.
God-son redeeming born;
His choice a maiden blessed to bear him.
They gift the child so low-born,
And talk in whispers at the manger dim;
Three wise men in adoration,
To this the anointed son.
-- gillena cox


Written for
The Sunday Whirl Wordle 192



10 comments:

  1. What a beautiful piece Gillena..flowed effortlessly and with great meaning..happy Christmas to you

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  2. How well you recounted the classic Christmas Story, Gillena.

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  3. Thank you for dropping in Robin

    Much love ...

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  4. A wonderful story beautifully told. Delightful.

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  5. Beautifully set Gillena! A star shone bright to welcome Mary's Baby! I see you've started a new blog. Will follow this!

    Hank

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  6. Happy you dropped in Hank

    much love...

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