LIGHTED CHRISTMAS TREE
Robert Trabold
Dim dark room – full of mystery
Christmas tree
soft lights – varied colors
gentle yellow – clean white – stronger red – deep blue
a few twinkling ones –
light covered with mystery and silence.
I bath myself in soft light –
silence – quiet.
Beauty touches me – whispering the mysterious –
will not leave me.
I sit in the quiet – dreaming in beauty.
Someone is knocking at the door –
in the soft – gentle loveliness –
mysterious presence – my Beloved –
beautiful – good – more than the soft light of the tree.
He gives me hope – soft light of the tree
penetrates darkness.
My Beloved will not leave me alone in the night – cold.
He calls me to hope – not to lose heart.
Beauty of the lights is stronger than darkness.
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