truth & lies

Smell of ash

Fills the grate

Long after the fire

Long after the warm

It stays to remind

To fill a hole of longing

It lies

Ash has no love

No happy clappy warmth

It just sits

Cold

Smell of pine

Fills the room

Tall needles permeate

Tall branches flourish

It comes to speed up

To make us all busy

It lies

Pine has no love

It is withering, dying

It just dies

Slow

Sound of babe

Fills the air

Angels shout

Shepherds run

Quick to see

Fast to witness

Truth arrives

Word becomes flesh

Long journey – heaven to earth

Incarnate Emmanuel

Love

God with us

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