• There is nothing there
    Dry kindling for a flame
    The crackling caress of a strain
    The weathered relief of time
    Passing alone in the light
    Remain sitting still for the taking
    In the moment fulfilled within longing
    A mystery revealed within sacrifice
    The burden of sin aching, silently pleading
    Impudently depressing, confessing
    Honestly enriching, there is no…
    Nothing, yet the presence and prayer
    A mother, a Child, and a Father

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