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The Blanket Upon the Babe

We knit with a needle-
with every stitch there’s a snatch
before the scab there’s a scratch
now let Us pass through the eye of the people.

The yoke begins with the yarn-
with every weakness there’s a weave
before the Light there’s a leave
belief is not a mansion, but a barn.

They pattern after a print-
with every frost there’s a freezing
before the thaw there’s a thieving
in need of heat? There’s the hint.

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About R. Ward

A husband, father, teacher, and struggling man of God.

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