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Occasional Impressions Poetry Collections Strange Advent But Jesus said, “Suffer the little children, and forbid them not, to come unto me: for of such is the kingdom of heaven." Matthew 19:14 Have you not heard? Christmas may be cancelled. There’ll be no celebration, and no greeting and feasting, in the Covid season. So, please tell the wise men, In their four-wheeled drives: they can return home to Persia, for the family they are seeking, have now lost their way. Fortunately – or not, they seem to have found the means, through greedy eager men – so very happy to help – only needing to be paid, to send them on their way. So, the refugee family – fleeing from danger, do finally arrive, to where the sea divides; across to where they pray, safety will finally lay. Their last money is now spent, with the familiar greedy men: by paying for the transport, meant to carry them over, to where they can recover, in the distant promised land. In despair – ignoring portents, they give their consent, to board the flimsy raft: Yusef – Maryam – and child; they are – as always will be, lost refugees cast upon the sea. Such a strange Advent; star-shells illuminating the Boarder Force – seeking abroad the recessive sea; while fishermen now dread, what may lie in their nets. So, have you not heard? Christmas could be cancelled. with no celebrations; no greeting and feasting, in the Covid season. The Christ-child is not to be found: he is drowned. D G Moody

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