Holy Days (Revised)
In the darkest days of Winter,
when only snow retains the glow
of sunshine and summer days;
we go within our memories
to the heart of Home.
We peek deep within wide open doors,
full of light and hearth fires glow;
full of warmth and wonder,
for the lore of Home.
These are the days most Holy;
gifted by the Lord of Love;
true Holy days in the womb of wonder;
where we are welcomed home.
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2009
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