H E Alexander Biography

From there atop our Christmas tree
she sits each year for you and me,
her angel eyes have watched and seen
the making of our Yuletide scene.
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We walked along
through evening hills,
one hand beheld one hand
and talked in the shadows
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You cannot see, you cannot go,
to where I hide, where only I know.
You cannot touch, you cannot feel,
but it is there, it is true, it is real.
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Why do you shout?
Why talk to me as if I were but a young child?
If only you knew what my young life was about
you'd see a person, not just a man: old, erstwhile.
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"But please sir, really there's no Holy Trinity,
it makes me doubt God's true divinity."
"Now lad, I know it's hard to comprehend,
but it's all about faith and hope in the end:
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