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Halloween
So God was looking at
His very old Coligny Calendar.
The Celts New year was
Around the corner.
Samhain in Irish
Halloween for more recent
People, more recent times.
A few of his druid friends
Would be visiting,
Many children too
Cain and Abel of course plus...
Who was this little one?
Mary Magdelene, He was told.
A brief look in the deep blue
Of the eyes of this eight
Years old, blue so deep
So dense the way
She looked in His eyes
And to the bottom
Of his heart,
The bottom of His soul.
He had, for the first time ever
To divert and look away,
So troubled was He
He was then brought to reality
As some shouts and screams
By little devils over candy.
Non invited they were soon
Escorted out
Away from the festivities,
Enjoyed by all
Including the lovely
New Age type of witches,
The charming Wiccas from Harz.
His very old Coligny Calendar.
The Celts New year was
Around the corner.
Samhain in Irish
Halloween for more recent
People, more recent times.
A few of his druid friends
Would be visiting,
Many children too
Cain and Abel of course plus...
Who was this little one?
Mary Magdelene, He was told.
A brief look in the deep blue
Of the eyes of this eight
Years old, blue so deep
So dense the way
She looked in His eyes
And to the bottom
Of his heart,
The bottom of His soul.
He had, for the first time ever
To divert and look away,
So troubled was He
He was then brought to reality
As some shouts and screams
By little devils over candy.
Non invited they were soon
Escorted out
Away from the festivities,
Enjoyed by all
Including the lovely
New Age type of witches,
The charming Wiccas from Harz.
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