This is for this prompt about solitude, as well as for day 7 of the Christmas Challenge, which is bright.
Born in relative solitude,
Laid in a manger to be soul’s food,
On this timeless silent night,
Illuminated by the star, bright —
And of course, the world’s Light —
Is born God’s eternal Word,
As an infant’s cry is heard.
revivedwriter 
Beautiful poem!
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The solitude of being born into such a purpose is palpable.
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Now that you mention it, maybe Jesus was lonely because he did have such a unique and momentous purpose.
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Oh wowza, this is GOOD!
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome 🙂
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