Christmastide
The cool crisp air where cirrus sweeps
like strands of angel hair flow deep,
in the heavens where faith resides
on this Christmastide.
As the light of day grows dim
and carolers sing familiar hymns,
scarved red and green, side by side
on this Christmastide.
In the night the bright bulbs glow,
lane by lane, row on row,
while the fire warms those inside
on this Christmastide.
At worship faithful praise and sing,
around the village church bells ring;
within this love we will abide,
on this Christmastide.
In silent night while children sleep,
mothers kneel and softly weep,
praying for a peace worldwide
on this Christmastide.
Out in the fields, no city lights
among the stars there in the night,
the brightest hope on high presides
on this Christmastide
Copyright © Craig Cornish | Year Posted 2017
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