Snow falls
On Christmas Eve
Like a thousand silent doves
Wafting toward the surety
Of rebirth,
Anxious to dust
A churchside creche
With the distillation
Of its frozen tears,
To show the dubious intention
Of mankind
That for once
Its stillness
Cannot be shaken,
That for just one night
Not a drop of discord
Can stain the Bethlehem
Aglow in its heart,
That for this one crystal moment
The rare feathers of its flakes
Can melt only
Upon a warm bed of love,
A bed which lifts its vision
Toward that one brilliant star,
A star that seems, once again, to shine
So very far away…
Cherish
A cherished hug,
A radiant smile,
Heartfelt laughter
That fills the room,
All treasures
Never lost to memory,
Gifts of endurance,
Unattached,
Genuine,
Blessed with the warmth
Of closeness shared,
The candle of love
Glowing through the night.
