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


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