Illumination
I feel comforted
despite no stars, no moon to be seen;
twinkle seemingly tucked behind midnight clouds
post-Christmas Eve.
Dogs sigh softly, paws occasionally twitch,
three backsides glow, fireplace stoked,
flanked by slim evergreens whose branches beacon
with the grandeur of coastal lighthouses
guiding Christ child safely to port.
Evergreen's fresh scent is gone,
yet prayers of hope, faith, joy & peace linger,
circle about Advent wreath
whose candles are but nubs.
Wrapped in darkness upon my couch
sprinkles of light silhouette thirty years of ornaments:
Santas and saddles, ice skates and Jesus,
princesses and Power Rangers...
wonder why we put it all away January 1st.
Perhaps a strand will adorn mantle,
a prayer candle gifted pride of place,
this time of reflection retained;
not so much for resolutions and promises,
but a continuation of thankfulness
rekindling Christmas light.
by Margaret Bednar, December 30, 2020
This is linked with "The Sunday Muse #140"
