Christmas Morning
The curtains part ever so slowly this morning
fingering the light of a beckoning sky
church bells have yet to be pulled for the ring
as children stomp out of bed with a sigh
The hum of the season is still in my throat
chanting its way into far and remote
gliding through hour I fill the coffee pot
then slice up a fruit cake ready or not
Christmas is here like a flannel of night
channeling daylight like hand to a glove
together we wait for His birthing right
today we shall open the gift of his love
The curtains are parted to let in the morn
He birthed again, all sins have been shorn.
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2018
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