Rhythms of blueness that are being hung upon Christmas
trees in the silence of nighttime dreams after loved
ones have died and gone before us.
Hoping and praying for hope to gather fruitfully into
a faith that grows within hearts, spreading and expan-
ing throughout the universe.
Decorations, tinsel, ornaments being placed on limbs
of green, reflecting lights colorfully as they hold
reflections of Christmas's past within their memories.
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