Spirit descends
in desolate gloom.
The jewel of Earth
cries, "Joy!"
And we,
from chilly emptiness
do emerge
with hope anew.
Upon lips turned blue with cold
is bestowed a promise -
a kiss
of warmth and Love untold!
For our way lies
with ancient eyes.
The blessed way
that time forgot.
A memory -
a reverie
to stand together o'er
a pot of Christmas punch.
Twinkle, sparkle,
glitter, shine;
we find
that Light becomes us!
©2012 ~ Marina Phillips
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