Though many loved ones are gone from this world
— Our hearts forlorn and knurled —
Faith ushers in the comfort of the undying soul
That, as Bethlehem’s Star, emits control
Over the dark imbalance of anxious moments
Conjuring dread and hope’s ambivalence.
Yea, to the Child’s unabated spirit of hope
As we trudge condition’s skittish slope.
Yea, to the departed whose eternal light
Guides us through timorous twilight
Toward the final home where all unite.
Copyright © 2005 Richard R. Kennedy All rights reserved. Revised: December 14, 2005.
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