Blue Christmas

Blue Christmas

They call the longest night of the year

Winter Solstice robs the will to rise in the morning

Yet I lay awake, sleepless, haunted by should haves and should dos and if onlys

What sorrow prepares us for joy¿

Just three days later comes: The morning of all the earth’s rejoicing

We labor to prepare the children gladness

often neglecting our own

Sadness lurks

Yet fortunate we are to know: opposite of the North Pole

It is the day that is persistent

Lying as it is at a perceived slant

Earth ‘livers’ see everything tilted

Should we with the star start to dance

We would lift the hearts dark jilted

Alignment of ages so glorious

Brooding fog lifts 

Over millennia hopeless dissipates

Precipitates little stars falling from heaven

More numerous than lightning

The new storm 

A welcome overshadowing

Little light of mine living in everyone

Who can pocket a falling star?

The virgin birth belongs to all of us now

Make your wonders out of seemingly nothing

Propagations fertilized forever inside

Your spirit is fruitful

Watch it bloom and burn and shine

Simultaneously

A bush burning for all time

They call the Longest Night Blue Christmas

Lydiangeline

December 21, 2024