- 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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