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A Poem

Wednesday, December 27, 2017

I received this poem from newsletter. It’s moved me in a way I cannot quiet describe. So, I thought to share it with you.

EACH NIGHT A CHILD IS BORN IS A HOLY NIGHT

For so the children come
And so they have been coming.
Always in the same way they come
Born of the seed of man and woman.
No angels herald their beginnings,
no prophets predict their future courses.
No wise men see a star to show
where to find the babe
that will save humankind.
Yet each night a child is born is a holy night,
Fathers and mothers — 
Sitting beside their children’s cribs
Feel glory in the sight of a new life beginning.
They ask, “Where and how will this new life end?
Or will it ever end?”
Each night a child is born is a holy night — 
A time for singing,
A time for wondering,
A time for worshiping.

 — Sophia Lyon Fahs
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