Whole families walked across the desert.
Their load was light; there was nothing left to carry.
They turned their backs on war.
The sky was full of stars.
Now on rafts, they make the long haul
into the darkness.
The waves are black at night with no moon.
Behind them, a pregnant woman
makes her way across the hills to Bethlehem
He face is luminous.
She must hurry. Her baby is coming.
The world is waiting for the infant to be born
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