Christmas has been a time of both light and dark to me. A time of contrasts. A time of pain and a time of joy. In fact, it almost seemed, to me, that light and dark merged into one until I did not know which was which. In a sense, Christmas has been more of a wilderness time than any other. It has been my first Christmas as a blind person, and the conteasts have seemed great to me. But the poem below is what came out of this experience, for to God, lught and dark are one and the same thing.

The same again
There is a line we draw
One side is light, the other dark,
Both hold
Us tight
Until one becomes the other
There is no difference
Both are the same
To God

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