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Terrible Air
Suddenly, snow-laden gusts of terrible air Abrade, sting my vulnerable flesh, As I walk across the slushy street, to church.
On this third Sunday of Advent, My heart contemplates the salvific birth Of a carpenter who took up God's calling, Grew into His earthly incarnation, Allowed Himself to taste temptation, That He might, with humility, forgive man, By dying for him, ascending, In the efflorescence of glorious resurrection.
Wind-spikes pierce my veins, Suffuse my body, with the pain Jesus bled, Anointing His cross, and I wince with joy.
12/12/10 - (2)
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