The trees are bare and ungiving
Like the souls of sick minds,
Their dead leaves floating in the
Wind to a winter of indifference.
Among the chaos of winter urges
Comes the hope of a white dove,
Spreading its inviting wings of
Devotion to an ancient Deity.
Soon the loveliness of Spring and
Fertile minds will convene again
To delve into the mysteries of life,
The primeval phenomenon of Faith.
Billy Ray Chitwood – Christmas day – 2016
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