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Christmas

The night is short like a breath and long like a cry – a woman who hard is giving birth of a day. A flame, glimmered above water: one and only, invisible, sacred. Immovable star. Nothing born in Spirit passes away. Neither does it repeat. The circle is broken – after the life, a life is coming. There’s no death. O, mother – give a birth! A God’s voice over the dark: “He was born...”

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 12/24/2010 7:20:00 AM
lovely yes he was born,.. have yourself a wonderful x-mass and the best new year God bless,..p.d.
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Date: 12/24/2010 6:43:00 AM
A nice scene painted,Bozhidar.
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Date: 12/24/2010 5:30:00 AM
Devotional write on faith in this season, Merry Christmas, Bozhidar
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