The Lonely Birth and Death
Can you see the maiden, barely sixteen and man trudging wearily in search of safety. Can you see the child lying in the manger.
Can you see the the cross? That is the wooden beam across the portal. It is also the exit. The child was born in solitude. He was destined to live alone. And finally to die alone.
Can you see the the cross? That is the wooden beam across the portal. It is also the exit. The child was born in solitude. He was destined to live alone. And finally to die alone.
So indeed was the mother. Often ignored. Sometimes ridiculed. Destined to die in a far-away land, alone and bereft of hope.
And the father. Elderly to start with he passed away again all by himself.
For, like birth, death is your personal affair too.
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