Dark Night of Christmas Eve
. for public domain
(Why some people walk dark alleys on Christmas Eve)
From stone battlements they stare
into blackness, each aware
of the dark night of the soul,
where so many loose their way
ere the breaking of the Day,
wash out to sea with the shoal.
Each a beam of Heaven's Grace,
ready offer God's embrace,
to mend broken lives, whole.
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