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Nitelight
Walled within our fragile selves
Monastic murmurs sigh to tell
Mysterious, puzzling, sacred lore
“Advent opened up rough-hewn doors.”
Doors of suffering, portals of pain,
Ushered in a sorrowed stain
Grazing this cheerful season bright
Windows gazed deeply upon the night.
But He, The Christ-Child, bathed in Light
Challenges faced with all His Might.
He shines in our darkness, the way to see
Embracing our pain, joy makes us free.
Like flickering bulbs on a Christmas tree
Lights on, lights off- our faith is key.
The plan of salvation too grand to hold
Like His own sheep we join Jesus’ fold.
So on this Christmas of 2014
Let each of our hearts be piously seen
Worshiping the Babe at His Mother’s side
With joy, peace and love to forever abide.
By A Visitandine 12/23/14