Broken Circle

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Photo Copyright @2013 Matt Francis

broken circle


tables turning
scripts are burning
in this graveyard 
of the mind

children dancing
men romancing
secret place we've 
longed to find

time is labor
loves our savior
these golden days 
consumed by night

how pale the stranger
now shines the manger
and all our fears
fade into light

.......
matt francis

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