Just after Christmas, the days lengthen,
And the sun dips below the horizon –
Leaving faint traces of gold that linger
As the moon rises over the pond.

I have been alone on Christmas,
I have leaned my forehead onto the window
And melted the frost outside,
Desperate with loneliness, sick with grief.

I am still fragile, these days before Christmas,
But I am stronger than the night,
And my heart burns brighter than Venus
In the early morning sky.

I see the Star of Bethlehem,
And you are by my side.
I am with you, still –
Dear sister.


Author: Virginia Wagner Galfo

These are scary times. Prepare yourself to take a stand for what is right. God damn it, just be kind!

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