The Way We Feel

Light shining bright and joy beheld.
The little child would make them well.
No need for suffering and strife.
Love blossomed in a little life.

The air was cold, the ground was frozen over.
Gentle cooing came from under covers, soft and warm.
A little love that grew until the travesty was gone.
Gentle glow of candle light within the growing storm.

Even war could not withstand the pull of love.
Angels looking down from up above.
Air singing with the sound of vibrancy.
Behold, this is the day of every man's awakening.

Memories repressed, shall rise again.
Love abiding 'tween the now and then.
Light shining bright and joy made real.
Love is always in the way we feel...

? Michaelette ?

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