A manger in the night

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The day seemed dark.
Religious powers had brought darkness to the world.
God watched but let them.

The world was given into the hands of man.
Even if he does not make much of it,
and fails to bring peace to the whole earth.

There were some who wished to step out of the darkness.
Others assured them that this would be dangerous
and illicit,
for they would be breaking age-old traditions.

Nevertheless, they decided to go out.
They set off on a pilgrimage,
which would take them over valleys, ravines and high mountain peaks.

They waded through the grasslands
taking care not to sink into the swamp.
They found the little wooden bridge
that could lead them further across the marshy ground.

In the darkness, they saw stars shimmering.
Like the shepherds in the field
they too followed a bright star.

In the middle of the night, this bright star brought
to that manger that awaited the people.

They too could hear how there lay that son of God waiting
to come out into the open
and make his voice buzz over mountains and valleys.

The walkers of the trek finally decided
to go on with him and believe in him.
So they went on and got closer and closer to the light.

A light of truth and trust.
A city built on piles
with the use of a solid cornerstone
on which to rely.

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