Holy Morn Poem by Joyce Hemsley

Holy Morn



After Autumn leaves have fallen
Christmas lights shine on the town,
Colours range from green to golden
And songs of the Holy Birth resound.

Across the world, truth ever dawning
Our thoughts we give to the holiest day.
December... on the morning of mornings
When baby Jesus in a manger lay.

Season's Greetings

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Joyce Hemsley

Joyce Hemsley

Portsmouth England
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