Treasure Island

Bernard Kennedy

(20 May 1956 / dublin)

Christmas Light


at the darkest, deadest, depressed
nature's hour,
holiness yeasted a light,
a glimmer, slowly seen,
and then hope burned,
and knowing slowly caught.

This is Christmas, light and dark,
and natures' canvas dims,
paints the inner meaning,
born in a cave.
The first etch of Redemtion.

Submitted: Friday, November 30, 2012
Edited: Friday, November 30, 2012
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  • Valsa George (12/3/2012 5:44:00 AM)

    The great redeemer, born in a manger lighted up the darkened world and we await in the month of December for its joyous comemmoration! ! An enioyable read! ! (Report) Reply

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