Here is my poem for the fourth Sunday in Advent.
In response to the Gospel of John:
Word Beats
Eternal darkness where
the word drifts across
the drum beat of life,
Da Dum …
Hear the staccato light
punctuate the night
as words melt into
the hope of dawn.
The dancer ties shoes.
Music coalesces.
Hearts beat faster
as the world starts its dance.
Till next week,
Andrew
Love the poem!
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Thank you!
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Wishing you peace at Christmas, Andrew, and a healthy and happy New Year. 🙂
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All the best to you and yours.
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Give you a hammer or a pen and either way, you are ready to go.
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I like to think that using one makes me better with the other.
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