Merry Christmas

poems | religious

joy in the celestial
bring 3 wisemen ephemeral
from farthest hills
walk the dusty plain
call out His name
The Lord is born in Bethlehem
rejoice rejoice the people have
one voice
music flow like water to the sea
tears of thanks wash over me
river banks beckon no regret
bright star shine
the night
is calm
Mary with the child
in her arms.

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