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.