The Eternal Light
I turn the lights a way down low;
pretend I hear the falling snow,
and in the flashing of a smile,
I wrap some presents for a while.
No child is in our home tonight.
The tree still glows with heavenly light,
as through the ages it has beamed
into mankind's Eternal Dream.
Janet Marie Bingham
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