Meek Meets Mighty

A Christmas poem of hope

Mary Hood

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Cobweb clings to the corner
Intricate design
Woven in silence
Now abandoned to dust
Who graced her company?
One came for dinner
Another for dessert
How often I think I’m the only one in the room
Who will clean up the mess

Hope whispers a memory
Intricate design
400 years silence
Broken by a baby’s cry
I still cling to dust
Though darkness only feeds
A grievous appetite
I am abandoned no more
Why do I think I’m the only one in the room
Who can clean up the mess?

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Mary Hood

Born twice, I die daily. Serious about Jesus. What I write you may not want to read. Okay. I write what I believe and what I learn from others, just like you.