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Church on Christmas Eve
Experience of spirit
Secular delight
…
Candles flickering
Stirred by one communal breath
Casting bright shadows
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The choir whispering
Mournful cadenced melodies
That bless the silence
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Drunken folk giggling
Respectfully hiccupping
Noisy chundering
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Strange and precious faith
The uninitiated
Wary, questioning
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Through agnostic eyes
Such peculiar mystery
Custom, novelty
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The truth hides in love
Ancient priests and children know
Its simplicity
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The door is opened
Out in to the night The Word
Flies on sacred wings
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Midnight Mass; the light
In darkness comprehending
Emptiness with joy
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by Gail
