Cast down
my garden bare
all creation ruined
what hope remains
is lost in despair
always before
he came, he comforted
All was forgiven
Here the heavens rise
in furious Anger
what place have i
where nothing reigns
what manger bright
swaddles my infant child
and Mothers hand so soft
i have no stars shining
or wise men to confer
this empty thought
has come to naught
what brought this here
were all my fears
driving me away
now who i am is meaningless
as christ come christmas day
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