Midnight Mass.

The flicker of candles-

A hundred dancing suns.

The silk - soft touch

Of ancient pew.

And walls, rough hewn

With tales to tell.

Joyful sounds of upraised voice

The age old carol sung.

While drifts aloft

The soft sweet smell

Of incense slowly swung.

A final prayer,

The Blessing given.

And Christmas day begun.


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