advent journal: come . . .

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come . . .

sit in the dark with me
and tell the truth
reach deep in the
pockets of our souls
for scraps of hope
and wonder

come . . .

look up at the storms
of firefly stars flinging
their light our way
lay back on the blanket
of dead leaves and
sleeping soil

come . . .

sing an old song
on this longest night
this first day of winter
the one about being
together no matter what
yes — that one

Peace,
Milton

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