12/3/20
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The tree is lit, but unadorned,
Vacancies all around,
Nooks and crannies to be filled
From tip top to the ground.
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Branches stretched out — green and yearning
For memories to wear.
It makes me miss you all the more
It's hard not to despair.
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Solstice Advent
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The longest night nears to a close —
The Son will be here, soon,
To drive the darkness from our hearts.
His love shines like the noon.
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The darkness cannot comprehend
The Light in all His glory.
He came; He died; He rose again,
Remains the greatest story.
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Nativity
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Bound by a cell of cells, You humbly came;
Your blood pulsed through Your veins like You designed.
Infinity had shrunk to human frame,
The revelation of a love divine.
About the Creator
D'Shan Berry
I love words. I love art. I love Jesus.
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