I was not ready:
You came when I was sleeping,
At my least expected midnight.
Reality shook - this veil we call
"The way things are"; angels sang
And shepherds danced, but I -
Exhausted by normality -
Dozed while, in a baby's cry,
Four hundred years of silence found
Their end-point in this night.
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Teacher, writer, blogger, husband, father, Christian. Living in Wyndham in Melbourne's west, on the land of the Kulin Nation. Searching for words to console and feed hearts and souls.
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