Ascend

Acsend

When I look at the Christmas scene of The Birth of Christ, I can see some of my own life.  Born into an existence without given dignity.  A barn, we comment to those who are being rude.   There is the dark forces stopping the ascend out of the mire and into peace.  Something I’ve become aware of:  the past is always present…

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