Come

O Key of David
Come
Mystery beyond my control
Come
Who cannot be boxed
Come
Who seeks my all,
and nothing less
Come

who comes
on the late afternoon breeze
in the quickening pace of last minute shopping
in excited squeals
and overwhelmed tears

Who comes
in the midnight silence of those
Keeping vigil
the cloistered ones
the mothers
the ill

in ancient words of emmanuel
come.

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