For one more night we light the tree
The wise men's journey has come to an end
Fr John marks our door with chalk
As we pray for a blessing
Indeed last year we were blessed despite illness, bread lines, and closed signs
At the word, amen a candle was lit
Ever faithful Hail Mary was prayed
Deep breaths before we sing
We Three Kings
I ponder on the nativity
Could I trust the way Mary trusted ?
Filth and cold awaiting a new born
Flight into Egypt
My pillowy world has turned me into a halfhearted woman of prayer
Recently, a voice whispers to me, "wake up, the cold is coming. It will fall like rain, and I am the only shelter."
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