Come Child

Come Child


the swaddled and sweet breath

cooing in the world

Come Child


of visions old and young dreams

focusing the nimbus eyes

Come Child


in simple grace come down

filling the offered cup

Come Child


unto the everlasting end

being wholly the bequest

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