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This evening,
Silent Night flows over us. Your voice scrambles for the tune, swings wide around the turns of every verse. I sing in your ear, coaxing your notes into line with mine— just like before when we were anonymous angels jostled by the congregation in an ocean of murmuring light. Your hallelujahs broke free, untethered from a voice too full to hold the joy. I drew your tones close to my own, calmed you with a lullaby. This evening, Joy to the World resounds around us. Hold tight and I will guide again as we sing what can't be said, leaving words behind. Contest/publish records: Davis County Clipper, Dec. 24, 2009 http://apoetinzion.blogspot.com, 12/16/11 Entered: Poetry On Canvas, 2011 UTSPS 2012 book award
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