Shine

late on the night preceding Christmas Day I glimpsed a ghostly shimmer on the snow and though the moon was shining in its way 'twas something more compelling in this glow deep in it, I could see the course of years the strains and pains of humankind, thereof to search the dearer christening of tears and change the flow of time to render love my eyes were sore afraid at such a sight and so, too, in my heart there grew a doubt and yet, the beautied power of such light had placed its peace within me, and without for there, above - redemption from afar - the grace of heaven, shining … from a star. Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, December 25, 2022