The walk to Bethlehem
is long and seems too hard
and for what are we
seeking in any case?
Is this worth the effort?
We walk and stumble
tripping over our visions
and our failures alike.
Where is the time to rest;
to recover?
Where is the time to dwell
in the promise of what
we seek?
While we walk and fall
and get up to walk again,
the limos of the powerful
and the sure fly past us
with their lights blazing
blotting out the lights
of Bethlehem leaving
us exhausted and confused
for if we cannot see
the lights of the city
of promise, we have
lost our way and
the chariots of power
beckon all us to give up
and some of us to
get in.
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