You cloak the earth in white
A blanket of your purity
Reflecting hope and light
You come as gentle whispers
As freshly fallen snow
A precious new beginning
A gift that you bestow
You're born into the hearts
Of those who live in waiting
Yet move within the paradox
Of love so liberating
You take a breath anew
When the weak are given voice
And grace the world with dreams
Of justice, truth, and choice
Each time that you are born
You give us hope for more
And light the world in darkness
With the life that you restore
-C. O'Connell-
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