the light was born in quiet this morning
gentle, silent, at peace
almost as if it knew that
its moments would be few
this day, light
this night, heavy
or so it appeared
but perhaps,
there is as much to be seen and celebrated
at night as in the day;
perhaps God lives here in the darkness too
a loving mother embracing her young
and her old, her hearty and her feeble
holding them through the night in
sheltering love
maybe
there is winter’s true calling
12.21.21
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