Poem and short story by Ercole Bonjean - English - Spanish - French - Deutsch

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The comet

The comet
breaks throught the darkness of the night.
Its light floods
the little shed
and enlightens the people.
“He's born!” we are told.

Time files,
The street sparkle with lights.
People running,
buy gifts.
They sell, they sell,
at Christmas.
But there's a smiling face in the shadows,
a mother holds her son against her breast,
a father realizes his mistakes,
a soldier return home.
It's love,
it cannot be bought,
it cannot be sold,
it's a gift.
He's born,
Jesus is born!
The comet appears,
embraces the word with light,
shines in the starring night.

Ercole Bonjean