A Carol for My Daughters
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Mary lost her voice, and the angels gave her three,
One to talk to God, and one for you and me,
One was for her baby, and that’s the one you’ll hear,
Whisp’ring through the forest on the dark nights of the year.
When Mary’s babe was born, the visitors were three,
Rich were the gifts they brought and gave on bended knee,
High above were angels, and that’s the sound you’ll hear,
Singing through the forest on the dark nights of the year.
And now the ways that God appears to us are three,
One’s the father, one’s the child he sent for you and me,
And Mary’s holy spirit, in the church bells you will hear
Ringing through the forest on the dark nights of the year.
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We love Christmas here at the MockingOwl Roost! And whether you have religious leanings or not, we’ve got plenty of holidays delights for you right here. Enjoy!
- Send Love for Christmas – Holiday Poetry
- Missing Everything – Emotive Christmas Fiction
- What’s the Rest of the Story? – Religious Christmas Poetry with a Twist
- On Patrol – Holiday Poetry
- A Christmas Carol – My Favorite Things
- The Best Holiday Gifts for the Writers in Your Life
- Chorus of the Waiting – Christmas Eve Speculative Fiction
- The Jewfish – A Holiday Tale
- The Twelve Suspects of Christmas – a Christmas Book Review
Deborah Blenkhorn
Deborah Blenkhorn is a poet, essayist, and storyteller living in the Pacific Northwest. Her work fuses memoir and imagination, and has been featured in over 30 literary magazines and anthologies in Canada, the United States, Britain, the Netherlands, Germany, Australia, India, and Indonesia.
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