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12.21.2012

Bells at Christmastide


DO:
crescendoing (no faster
than snow can slip)
your quiet limbs
sang into silent
fir trees
down

SOL:
growing soft green
foliage of truth,
leaves of my open eyes
hanging from heartstems:
ornaments of deepest
Gabriels shining
up-up-up the loudest
heaven——

LA:
then—oh my
suddenly God—He
appeared, the Son
of all green
flowers, of all
stars

MI:
of all that is
quietly singing
out of my
silent

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