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Impossible
MN (12/17/33 / Chicago, Illinois)

Impossible

Aleins?
Flying saucers?
UfO's?
Abductions?
Maybe.

Tinsel?
Pre-decorated, plug-in Xmas trees?
Mistleto and office parties?
Plastic angels?
Okay.

Hate?
Violence?
Murder?
Genocide?
Without a doubt.

A Baby born in a manger?
A gentle, loving Christ?
One Who dies to share eternity?
With us?
Impossible!

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Comments (1)

Much food for thought in this insightful poem. Excellent work, Mary. Kindest regards, Sandra