Loud crying,
people
dying,
yelps of
despair,
desperate
prayer.
Belief Trumps
Truth,
lie
becomes sooth;
fact
forsaken,
supposition
taken,
reality
rejected,
fantasy
respected.
Life
corrupted,
veracity
abducted;
the Good:
faded,
shaded,
mostly
evaded.
And yet:
frame
steadied,
counteraction
readied:
Hope
remains
in
Seasonal
Refrains.
Divine
Birth
praised
Providential
Hope
raised:
Promise
of
Love over
Hate
elevates
prospects
for the
Human
Fate.
GMD
Christmas
2025
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