The heaven's avalanche cascades.
Starlight bursts through earth's charade.
In skies so dark hope has appeared,
through silence thrown on crisp air clear.
The North Star bright stares at The Plough
and orders tides to settle down;
A happy rain cloud gives one last shudder
as it gently shakes on word of thunder.
Angels heads bow down to host
Christ their saviour and holy ghost.
It is quite innate in us all as children to be so in wonder of descriptive stories and prayers and oh how we love to feel a part of it all.
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