Advent 3
blurry mornings weary bones days warm m inds slow sitting waiting longing heart needing warming despite the weather that day which dawns everything still comes too quick it's surprise leaving me breathless solitary as if there is just the child and I as if we two can make the world whole through our shared gaze i have no gift to bring but this torn tired soul bent out of shape a year of encounters leaving their mark the child has no wealth nothing but love
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