A Christmas poem A wordspokenlays down its lifeby taking onflesh of black texton white pageto await the attentivereaderin whose mindthe letter, springingto new life,may become spirit. The Word became fleshand laid down his lifein birthgiving lifein giving life upredefining love. May that love lead you to the beauty on the far side of pain. Merry …


Or, a Christmas 2016 word-gift In the beginning God thundered, “Let there be!”And there were molecules and mountains the word moulding mice and men and meteors In the beginning again God whispered, “Let him be.”And Omnipresent came in present tense the Word into a world almost too noisy to hear… Almost. To new beginnings. Merry Xmas. 🙂

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