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Updated: Nov 19, 2021


Is a time

Of stark contrasts.

Eager-eyed children

(of any age)

Await their gifts

with fervent expectation:

others anticipate

pleasurable reunions,

or simply moments

for leisure choices,

the luxury of time.

But there is another side.

Across our pain-weary world

There is the icy grip of poverty,

The cold bleak agony of separation,

The white-hot anguish

Of the might-have-been:

Memories of the past

Or experiences of the present

Casting their long dark shadows.

Yet in this time

Of searing disparity

We look ahead

To one in whom

Joy and sorrow met

As in no other:

Fully human -

In a way we are not yet

But through Him one day

Will be -

And so knowing

Both wonder and suffering

In a way that we

Tied now to earth-bound vision

Can only ever begin to glimpse.

Poem by Jeannie Kendall, reproduced with permission

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