Open eyes,Unfurled wings of a tiny newborn.He means to feel the warmth,To drench his mind in her vision,Her sight,Her gaze.A mother’s blessing upon the soon to beHailed as King. Bleeding woesWill beSoon to beThe stifling of a world’s silence.Can Heaven sing any louder? A tapestry unfolded,A Bible ruined,A journey so sublimeUp to the altarWhere folded

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