Are we bones, whitewashed and dry
not doing what we should to help
those we can, reaching beyond
A kind word, instead of a curse
a peace beyond filling our lips
telling of a great love come down
Who cares, who leaves for others
not taking all for themselves
no one else matters and yet
What scores and marks do we leave
on our own hearts, when we fulfill
only our desires and not let there
Be the disappointments, not everything
can be filled, not when long ago
a manger lay, not with feed, a child
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