Advent Day 7. A poem from Isaiah 61:1-4

If you’ve ever felt
poverty’s cold hand
grip the small of your spine
you will know
how the warm touch
of the sun’s hopeful rays
beaming over
the binding
of your chest,
deep into the chambers
of your heart,
always arrives
as good news.

David Tensen
from Advent reading Dec 7th
Isaiah 61:1-4

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