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The Virtue Signal

It's the haunting carols I love most    
In deck hall echo reverberation      
Boosting the confidence of any ghost      
Into an exalted propagation...      
      
Where abounding grace feels right at home.      
     
But the echoes tell us grace cannot stay.    
It must, by heaven, be allowed to roam      
To see grace abounding on Christmas Day      
Where all exalted merits take their time      
Slowing the roll of the frenzied soul      
Counting out wavelengths to grandfather's chime...      
     
When intonation from an oriole      
Might...trend set tranquil days...into years.      
     
Then grace may abound ever and anon      
To wear down all of humanity's fears,    
Or cobber Hanukkah with Ramadan.      
     
It is a delicate dream. This I know.      
But haunting carols...are not just for show.  
Written by MidnightSonneteer
Published | Edited 26th Dec 2022
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