I have been alone on Christmas.
I have leaned my forehead on the kitchen window
Melting the frost outside until the water
Ran down the glass in rivulets.
Sick with grief, I could only think if I’d been better
Christmas would not have escaped me.
Years later, I am still fragile,
But I am now stronger than the night,
And my heart burns brighter than Venus
In the early morning sky.
I know now, I am not alone.
The heart of the Christ child will
Always guide me and point me to
The Star of Bethlehem.
Note to ALL my Christian, Muslim, Jewish, Buddhist, Wiccan, and LGBQ readers: I wish you safety, joy, good health, peace, prosperity, a million belly-laughs for 2017, and the joy of creativity. Most of all, I wish you love. xoxo