Bustling Bethlehem


No room
Amidst the thrash of life,
The stores and wares of trade.
The household sphere.
The daily grind.
The roles which must be played.

No room
Reserved for inner peace,
For solace without price.
For eyes that see
Beyond the now.
For change, for hope, for Christ.

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