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“Are you writing ‘Jesus’?”

-Gradeschooler1, 12/22/19…no I was not.

“It’s me!”

-Preschooler2, 12/24/19, looking at a Link figure

There’s cars and you’re small and it’s dark
It’s dangerous to go alone, take this!
There’s too many of us and we’re all too far apart
And we have to stick together
they can see us better, together
we’re safer as one
Take my hand, stand tall
Be seen and seeing, unalone, less afraid

An addict ponders a cure
see its start in connection, the real gap we hesitate with
A swirl of nightmares, the “worst dream of my life”
quelled only by arms around body, slowing breath

Was the miracle not what child is this, but instead
the joined joy? Shared silence, that moment in time
before violence and darkness and doubt
one small star united

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