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(Eve of Advent)

Times like these—

what with daily news of terror,

the random ways of cold malevolence,

fanatic dedication to the cause of savage death—

the customary comforts of this season

can seem thin, at best,

and threadbare,

offering scant protection

from December’s chill and dying days.

Times like these

may yet recall a child

whose birth was also framed

by bloodshed, and a bleak indifference,

who found seeming scant protection

in a mother’s arms, a father’s watchful wisdom,

that old, eternal tenderness, whose shield

is nevertheless the only, sure, and best defense

against the savage dark.