On the Eve
came the Christmas promise:
“Love.
Peace.
Let it Come.”

We have entered the Christmas season:
twelve days of receiving…

The Fourth Day of Christmas
we stood with friends
at a funeral
as they remembered,
reflected,
made sense,
grieved,
laughed,
comforted,
connected again.
We received the soul-soaring beauty
of an unexpected Christmas concert
as prelude;
the stunning, in-your-face brightness
of the late afternoon sun
as finale.
All day, we stood in the safe space
that we know within,
that we know on the earth.
And as we drove east,
towards home,
clouds streamed blue and gray in the north,
as the sun turned clouds in the west
orange-pink.
When day was done
we stepped into the crystal cold air
and wept gratitude into the starlit sky,
still black, because the moon
is new.