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...
