When the World Pauses for Light
The world is holding its breath,
as if even the stars
are waiting for something gentle to arrive.
Windows glow softer now,
streets hum with half-forgotten kindness,
and hearts —
even the tired ones —
learn how to pause.
Hope hangs like a whisper in the cold air,
not loud, not demanding,
just patient.
Somewhere between dusk and dawn,
dreams wrap themselves in silence,
and miracles practice being small.
Before Christmas,
we are not yet healed,
not yet whole —
but we are close enough to believe
that light remembers our names.
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