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Points East
by Mary Lambert
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Christmas.
That glimmering point in the East.
A new cycle. Redemption.
Eternal hope born in a stable.
That vibrant cry of newborn flesh
echoes through centuries of fire and ice
to this moment. This room. This point.
A gathering of hearts. Internal East.
In turn beating through centuries with
renewed vigor and a redeemed vision.
Christmas.
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