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empty
the world is too full
for Christmas Beth
lehem certainly was
and so was sideshowed
to an animal outhouse
humanity majors on no
room creating elites
and outcasts scapegoats
and unwanted little
knowing these are the
conditions for indwelling
divinity it is through the
cracks that love seeps in
often unnoticed but
sometimes crucified
manger wood is not just
splintered and gnarled
it can be nailed and love
can be pierced and bled
and slain that’s why we
forget and fill ourselves
with pleasures and
priorities so we need
never be empty
© Neil Thompson 2025