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In the Darkness

In the darkness in a world in darkness, two small lungs fill with air. A piercing, angry squall of newborn shock, a mother’s smile and tender arms and tears, a father’s strong and gentle hand.

In the darkness in a world in darkness, nothing changes.

The dying sigh their final breath. The mourning weep their salty tears. Angry fists rain blows. Children cower. Women weep. Hunger gnaws at empty bellies. Prisoners lie in chains.

In the darkness in a world in darkness, angels sing, shepherds hurry, sages ponder their charts. In a small hut, unseen, an ox and donkey bow in homage.

Nothing changes. Nothing will remain the same. Glory flickers. A tiny candle radiant in the night.

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