Smell of ash Fills the grate Long after the fire Long after the warm It stays to remind To fill a longing hole It lies Ash has no love No happy clappy warmth It just sits Cold Smell of pine Fills the room Tall needles permeate Tall branches flourish It comes to speed up To make us all busy It lies Pine has no love It is withering, dying It just dies Slow Sound of babe Fills the air Angels shout Shepherds run Quick to see Fast to witness Truth arrives Word becomes flesh Long journey – heaven to earth Incarnate Emmanuel Love
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