But then, earlier this week, I watched the sunrise. And, (unlike today, when there is just a gradually fading from murky black to murky grey with the promise of not really getting light all day) it was stunningly beautiful.
In some ways this still breaks with tradition because for some reason, unlike most of my other poetry, the Christmas ones usually rhyme and this one doesn't, but there is, none-the-less, somewhat unexpectedly, a Christmas poem for 2021.
“Arise, shine, for your light has come, and the glory of the Lord rises upon you. See, darkness covers the earth and thick darkness is over the peoples, but the Lord rises upon you and his glory appears over you.”
Isaiah 60:2
Thick darkness covers the earth
Midnight black
Emptied
Even of stars
With a sense of anticipation
We wait
Until from somewhere unseen
Beyond the horizon
Deep purple stains the sky
Bringing peace
Until with a subtle shift
Darkness begins to fade
As pink spills in wispy streaks
Heralding love
Until as the sun inches higher
Red bleeds through the clouds
And oranges blaze bright
Promising joy
Until thus the sun, fully risen,
Scatters its light
And dyes the sky a vivid blue
Offering hope
And a new day dawns.
“The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it”
John 1: 5
Merry Christmas Everyone!
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