Christmas Magic

A small bundle, briquette, blanket wrapped held close to heart. Soon the new. We wonder will we be trapped? When we travel along the road, back through time to our roots, our father’s father and beyond our mother’s mother. Lamps turn down, collars turn upward. Blue night ablaze with stars, some fall Burst. Like the whisper of prayers, the word. One star shines brighter than all, Venus? Candlelight flickers from doorways. Laughter raucuous, cheerings of praise. The balance between my life and my passage flickers as if blown between the worlds whose love would I hold up high like a mage? No matter, the answer flows through me chaos of love the answer to all I seek love to each, hugs to the other, cheek to cheek. Lights out we are still ablaze remembering all the light flickering down like scents of pine, coal, cinnamon for days and fall about us like snowflakes, we taste wine, warmth burning through to numb toes Are we there yet? When have we left? Who knows? Sheri Fresonke Harper 11-30-2013