Bob Hill

Stars of Christmas, poem — Bob Hill, USA

A poem for Christmas and Epiphany This night we steer our paths By lights in holy skies. Like eyes of old, we stare Aloft at certain stars. Pressed hard by cruel tones And ugly, unseemly times, We linger at a star of beauty, A gleaming, affirming fire. To homes and naves we go With children […]

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Now Comes the Brighter Day — Bob Hill, Missouri, USA

For Christmas Day or Epiphany Ready-to-print download:   Now Comes the Brighter Day. – Bob Hill  Now comes the brighter day so wanted, needed now, reminding all that dark is stalled when love comes home to stay. Now comes the brighter ray, a beam for all to show, a flame of fame, no one to shame, […]

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Table For Two, Communion in isolation — Bob Hill, USA

Table for two or more, please: tabla rasa or elemental mesa, fine-grained wood or chrismed marble slab, in the center of the city or in the heart of the heart of the brush arbor; whatever works, whatever lets you face your face and pandemic’s knell. Let it be set, accordingly, with clouds passing overhead or […]

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