In Winter’s thrall, with waning light
We struggle under darkness’ weight
Beset by shredding social shards
We long for time when ills abate.
Though under dark skies’ heavy shroud
Though wounded by the countless lies
We know that evil shall not win;
We know that we’ll face clearing skies.
The light that we know chases shades
Back to their cowering, empty place
Is gifted by Christ child’s heart
That warms us through God’s love’s embrace
No matter if we manger seek,
Or subha hold, or Torah light,
All look within – our Source – to find
The love that ere displaces night.
So at this time, the Child we hold.
In arms or mind; brings light, and starts,
With joy and prayers, we, grateful, sing
Of love that heals and fills our Hearts.
© Stephen Bolles
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