The air between
the earth and sky is pure,
A blade of frozen
fire, strong with hope
That writes
itself across the world. A gift
Illuminates our
darkened hearts- full love
Comes blazing, in
a ringing, golden glow;
Commands our
blinded, quaking hearts to lift
Our eyes, our
dreams, our fears, ourselves; to lift
The broken
shadows that we are, let pure
Reality unmake us
in its glow.
“You,
heavy-laden: cast it down and hope,
For He is here,
the One-Who-Is.” This love
Once spoke and
worlds existed: such a gift
Cannot be earned.
It is the only gift,
And utterly
complete. A cross they lift
Beyond the shores
of Time. There is no love
Like this, that
uncontained by death and pure
Despair, must
flash (in answer to the hope)
Forth from the
grave itself a lightning glow.
This is the dawn,
that in a Christmas glow
One single star
proclaimed, one mage’s gift
Foretold. On
luminary waves of hope
Extravagant, the
inner storm clouds lift
And blow away,
beyond the realm of pure
Imagination,
leaving skies I love
Of azure blue,
serene as peace that love
Has brought to
me. The phoenix in a glow
Has hurtled
flaming from the sky, a pure
And
noble-blazoned image of the Gift.
Familiar strains
of mighty music lift
Within the
confines of the van. I hope,
When we get home
(which is too much to hope)
There will be
dinner left for me. I love
These frosty
nights and going home; I lift
My eyes up to the
hills. The moon’s cold glow
Has splashed the
fields like milk. My sister’s gift
Is safe, tucked
into my pocket. Pure
Anticipation –that and the clinging hope
Of food- has made
me eager. Happy love
For God, for
faith, for family I lift
And happy thanks
for healthy hunger’s glow,
That gnaws my
ribs and is itself a gift.
“O Holy Night,”
rings out against the pure
Blue stars with
hope. The darkness is a glow
Of light and
love. Great stabs of Joy, in gift,
Pierce souls, lift
thoughts, to Agapě pure.
