12.25.2001
How could we send
colors this year,
or comprehend
tidings we hear?
Not green or gold,
no touch of red
(tales shepherds told)
(words angels said) .
In wordlessness
must wonder find
or seek in silence
a peace of mind.
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In wordlessness must wonder find or seek in silence. Excellent writing for Christmas. The beautiful one this tiny poem is. Nice on sharing.