A poem about the season:
A halo around the moon lit that dark winter’s eve
The cold bit its way through her tired Raglan sleeve.
Tears frozen to her lashes that lay full on her cheek.
Another sleepless night with nothing to eat.
Her brown curls once beribboned with satin and bows,
Draped helpless and tangled across her tattered old clothes.
The light in her eyes had barely a glow.
So young, so lost, with nowhere to go.
A calm voice broke the silence that shrouded that night.
Warm and strong, yet nowhere in sight.
Then out of the darkness stepped the figure of a man.
Somehow familiar, he held out his hand.
It’s time to come home; you’ve been missed, my dear.
The love in his eyes blinded her fear.
All of the anger that had driven her away
Melted into the night that cold Christmas day.
A gift beyond measure, forgiven from above.
May this be our blessing from the author of love.