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Midnight Mass.
The flicker of candles-
A hundred dancing suns.
The silk - soft touch
Of ancient pew.
And walls, rough hewn
With tales to tell.
Joyful sounds of upraised voice
The age old carol sung.
While drifts aloft
The soft sweet smell
Of incense slowly swung.
A final prayer,
The Blessing given.
And Christmas day begun.
