Post by MIRIAM JACOB on Dec 18, 2009 0:09:06 GMT -5
TRUE LIGHT
Walking round the houses,
Wrapped with their warm oncoming Christmas:
Family and Fireplace
And glow from the window,
And flashing with lights
Prickling the darkness.
Beauty we contrive
Not quite alive with His sweet promise.
But then I pause, and truth
Soars on its silver wings,
Sings in the white star
Hung suspended in a dark blue sky
And why do I stop and pray
For the way of the long-lost trusting soul
Of childhood?
© Pauline Griffiths
Walking round the houses,
Wrapped with their warm oncoming Christmas:
Family and Fireplace
And glow from the window,
And flashing with lights
Prickling the darkness.
Beauty we contrive
Not quite alive with His sweet promise.
But then I pause, and truth
Soars on its silver wings,
Sings in the white star
Hung suspended in a dark blue sky
And why do I stop and pray
For the way of the long-lost trusting soul
Of childhood?
© Pauline Griffiths