Christmas In Heaven
Angels live in heaven, my mother used to say,
in the pristine astral brilliance they glow
as the sparkling stars in the milky way,
but they often descend on earth, I know.
The radiance of my mother’s heart I’ve seen
shine as the celestial glow of a star bright.
All through her life she had been
kindling in the dark for all the stellar light.
In times of turmoil when we were adrift,
she toiled to find an anchorage in an alien shore.
To me she gave a nest as a loving gift,
from where in the future sky I could soar.
She has gone to her new home a long time ago,
when in dismal night I see the stars glisten,
drizzle on me the adoring glint to show
she is a star shining with splendor in heaven.
She will faithfully celebrate Christmas there,
as with all of us she loved to do with glee.
With the angels chanting the prayer,
she will be a star in the Christmas tree.
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December 19, 2022
Contest : Christmas In Heaven : A Focus On Loved Ones
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