Words

There are no words for some days;
there are no words to take away
the grimness of the children’s story,
fantastic in its horror, incredible
yet all too real; we reel, we recoil;
there are no words.
Even as we wait on the Word that was
and is and is to come,
the light of the world, the life born in darkness,
even as we wait on the Word,
there are no words.

 

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