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"For Unto Us..." Who can sound the ways of Wisdom? Compassion gifts without apparent reason, or measure, leading childlike souls past gold and diamonds to find through barn, hay and manger, God incarnate "wrapped in swaddling clothes", to shriek joyously " a child is born! A Son is given!" A joyous holiday seanson to all. |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Dellena Rovito On Date: 2007-12-27 16:24:53
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Paul,
A nicely done Christmas poem. Happy days to you also.
And hopefully a better new year to come.
Dellena