Harriet's Gift
A poem for Advent. I wish you well, whether you are a person of faith or no faith. We are one another x
Today, my dear friend Harriet gave to me
A tiny glittery nativity
Like Russian dolls, the size of half a thumb
A tiny Joseph Dad and Mary Mum
And Jesus, smaller than a fingernail
Such tiny things to tell so grand a tale
And as she pressed them in my hand her eyes
So bright and hopeful, old and kind and wise
Were simply brimming with that shining light
That fuelled the star that lit that mystic night
Some weeks ago, she gifted me a stone
Found on a beach where she had walked alone
All gold and smooth from rolling ocean’s wear
For me to hold in moments of despair
And there were candles then that she had lit
Upon the table where we sometimes sit
And then, like now, I very nearly cried
So touched by all the love she has inside
If only love and Christmas were like this
All simple joy, delight and friendly kiss
All gentleness, all light and subtle sheen
Like all the things in her that I have seen
I wish you joy, like Harriet wishes me
A Christmas full of love; all blesséd be
by Gail
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