Date: Mar 20th, 2008 5:52:43 am - Subscribe
Mood: blessed

The celebratory silent night
of but what seems a blink ago
recedes religiously
as the truer silent night

of suffering, sacrificial love
of oozing self-emptying,
of undying -- wait -- no,
of dying passion

settles anew upon our faithful
ritual of remembrance.

Shadows will be present,
then be snuffed out.

Silencio will saturate every soul.
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