| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
|
| ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| >> Static Item >> Poetry >> Religious >> ID #839241 |
| |||||||||||||
|
There’s an empty manger there
With all those people looking on. Of course it’s dark- What need of twinkling lights and song Or laughter or awe Or even simple fear. There’s no one to say Be not afraid. The manger is empty.
© Copyright 2004 Lobelia is truly blessed (UN: mamahobbit at Writing.Com).
All rights reserved.
Lobelia is truly blessed has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work. |