In the dead of night –
In that longest of nights
he came to me,
all aglow.
An illumination of love.
I was ready to let go,
having run out of things to hold on to.
“The world has done violence to your spirit”,
he spoke through my sleeplessness,
and his voice was husky.
“But fear not. I have defeated the world.”
I lay with him on the threshold and –
breath by long, quiet breath –
I bore him children
of peace.
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