My forehead rests against the fogged glass.
White breath escapes my mouth.
Anxiety.
How long does sadness last?
...
A little child places a hand on the glass.
A sign of curiosity.
Waving at the world.
...
It is waiting too.
Where are you?
Answer the phone.
...
Bad weather.
I worry.
It makes faces.
...
Waiting for the golden gift
from Saint Nicholas.
The little lights blink.
So does our heart.
...
May the Virgin Mary hold you,
show you the way back
through the haze.
...
We need you.
...
Footsteps.
The heart returns to its place.
At last, Christmas.
Truly.
About the Creator
RAOM
Turn every second into a moment of happiness.
Comments (1)
The last stanza is striking. As we wait for gifts, we should return our Christmas heat to the right place...Jesus.