Christmas Midnght Mass
Christmas Midnight Mass
A little girl, maybe just about seven.
On Christmas Eve felt she was in
God’s heaven.
Mass, in Latin, still was being said.
To her, it sounded like silver wings of
soft Angel’s threads.
Poinsettias in holiday, red and white,
Reflected the churches’ chandelier
lights.
Choir boys dressed, to her delight.
Adding to the little girl’s heavenly
sounds and sights.
This painted the beauty of her
Christmas Eve nights forever.
The incensed holiest of all nights
to cherish and remember!
12/16/2021
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2021
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