The Night Before
The fire was nice; it warmed the hands and face while casting shadows on the old brick walls of family and friends. We all said grace for what was gathered from the local malls
that afternoon before the night turned cold. We ate, and some of us retired to bed while others watched the pageantry unfold in church; the star, the Babe, the wine and bread.
Then back along the gaily lighted street to that dark alleyway where we all live. The rusty barrel still retained some heat; like us, there’s not much else that it can give.
Just love and care… some comfort in our plight and thank the Lord for grace throughout His night.
Sorry Lori, I seem to be hogging this forum.
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