Come Child

Come Child

adorned

the swaddled and sweet breath

cooing in the world

Come Child

worthy

of visions old and young dreams

focusing the nimbus eyes

Come Child

outpouring

in simple grace come down

filling the offered cup

Come Child

sufficient

unto the everlasting end

being wholly the bequest

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