Three Haiku

Quiet in the wood.
An ancient voice lies sleeping.
Waiting. Silent. Still.

Out from Babylon,
a voice in the wilderness
carves deep a new way.

In the frozen land
once awash with light and hope,
a small spark bursts forth.

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