The darkness is darker

in early December**,

like the middle of

the middle of the night;

like the depth of the

penury of the widow

residing in the faith of

the widow’s mite***;

like the Christmas

celebrated down under

amidst the warmth and

the vision and the light;

like the Christ

on the Cross with the eye

beyond the present veil and

with only Good Will in sight.





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