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<title>Footsteps to the Resurrection</title>

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<title>Epiphany</title>

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<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Epiphany. In Latin it meant coming. But in our house, it has come to mean going. January sixth is the day we traditionally untrim the tree and undeck the halls.
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; It&amp;rsquo;s a tradition based more on practical considerations than any spiritual content. By the t...</description>

<pubDate>Sun, 6 Jan 2008 05:33:23 PST</pubDate>

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<title>Emmanuel</title>

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<description>traffic tied in knotted snarls
stores filled with bustling elbows
rushing pushing 
Emmanuel
streets, slick with dried oak leaves
air brisk
cold sleety drizzle
God With Us
family evicted from SRO
worn clothes, empty stomachs
huddled in alley behind WalMart
Emmanuel &amp;ndash; God With Us
sin...</description>

<pubDate>Tue, 25 Dec 2007 04:52:15 PST</pubDate>

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<title>Like His Brothers</title>

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<description>He ran the streets of Nazareth,
played and fell, skinned his knees,
climbed tamarisk trees,
picked fresh figs to eat
just like his brothers.
He sat and read and wondered,
asked his mother questions
about the sky, wind, and foxes,
and how he was born
just like his brothers.
He hid behind th...</description>

<pubDate>Mon, 24 Dec 2007 04:50:15 PST</pubDate>

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<title>Did He Know That?</title>

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<description>Before the clocks of time began to tick
before the Son saw shadows on the earth 
he saw his birth in Bethlehem
and told his prophets so.
But did he know that stable cold would make 
his thin unswaddled legs begin to shake
that hunger pangs would make his tummy hurt
and riding on a donkey all ...</description>

<pubDate>Sun, 23 Dec 2007 03:55:31 PST</pubDate>

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<title>Rachel&#39;s Child</title>

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<description>Another baby boy was born
in Bethlehem that Christmas morn.
His birth, no angel choir told.
No royal wise men brought him gold
or myrrh or frankincense to hold.
The searching shepherds would have found
no manger here; but all around
the little one, a family stood
and marvelled how the Lord G...</description>

<pubDate>Sat, 22 Dec 2007 05:48:43 PST</pubDate>

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<title>Simeon</title>

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<description>Waiting,
waiting,
years of waiting.
Waiting for the promised glory.
Waiting for the final story.
Waiting,
waiting,
years of waiting.
Waiting for the coming light.
Waiting for the end of night.
Waiting,
waiting,
years of waiting.
Waiting for the world&amp;rsquo;s release. 
Waiting for the k...</description>

<pubDate>Fri, 21 Dec 2007 03:39:10 PST</pubDate>

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<title>Anna</title>

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<description>Why? God, why?
Seven years ago I was a bride,
I left my father, home and tribe.
He filled my cup.
Love burnt our days and house and hearts
and passion lit our nights.
And now my Mahlon&amp;rsquo;s dead
and Boaz will not come.
Why? God, why?
Let me die too.	
The rose can&amp;rsquo;t live without th...</description>

<pubDate>Thu, 20 Dec 2007 06:44:23 PST</pubDate>

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<title>Casper</title>

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<description>Casper, look, what do I see
there in the western sky?
A star appears, a newborn star,
a brilliant star, but why?
You know the constellations
in all their bright array,
how planets keep their courses,
stars their circles stay.
You are a learn&amp;eacute;d sage and wise,
trained to read the signs...</description>

<pubDate>Wed, 19 Dec 2007 03:31:07 PST</pubDate>

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<title>What Will He Become?</title>

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<description>This Child sleeping in his crib,
what will he become?
Will he who told Isaiah, Joel
and Daniel what to say
and from beginning knows the end,
be a prophet proclaiming hope
and bring his erring people
back to God?
This Child sleeping in his crib,
what will he become?
Will he who rules the na...</description>

<pubDate>Tue, 18 Dec 2007 04:32:14 PST</pubDate>

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<title>Stable Triolet</title>

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<description>Within the stable, Joseph stands
and watches over mother, child
and feels the world is reconciled
within the stable.
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Joseph stands
and brushes Mary with his hands
and thinks, T...</description>

<pubDate>Mon, 17 Dec 2007 04:50:27 PST</pubDate>

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