The mood was not tranquil
as camels journeyed barren
Earth across sands of time.
A low moan, as hooves sank
with each calculated step.
~
Dull was the night’s skyline
except for the Star afar off
making long shadows stretch
silhouettes from day’s treks,
as royalty ranted atop roof.
~
Another moan… in child birth
tucked away in manage stall,
gave way to joyful moments;
the awaited Babe had come!
Bringing Light to man’s darkness.
~
The Earth even now cries out in
need of hope, as fear clutches
lives of men. Yet that Light
waits for journeyed men whose
shadows still surface in the sand.
“Man is like a breath;
His days are like a passing shadow.”
Psalm 144:4
Patti Wolf 
If that hope was ever needed, it was needed now. A beautiful poem of Christmas.
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Lovely poem, I like that link between the two “moans…skillfully done!
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Thank you. I’m glad you found the parallel
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The earth is crying indeed. The light is much needed. (K)
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The spirit is augmented–no-called–by barren hills Great Advent poem and I love that last line! Thanks for visiting earthweal! – Brendan
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Lovely to see you at earthweal, Patricia. Beautiful poem. You took me to the desert; I could see the dark sky. We are more in need of hope than we have ever been, I believe. Thanks for this beautiful poem.
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Thanks Sherry… the grandkids and I still howl every once in awhile 😆
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Great stuff Patricia
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