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history was rent in two that day–that day
when earth, in all her groaning,
gave birth to heaven’s brightest star.

all the world had hummed along
in banal cruelty with only lightening
flashes of an alien hope.

on that night the promise of a
cosmic kairos–a nuclear flash,
the first touch–was enfleshed.

he cried his first breath in her arms,
drinking in his humanity with
the milk from his mother’s breasts.

hope was born that holy night;
and with shepherds and angels
I sing: Gloria in excelsis Deo

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