The Christmas Angel


As snowfall paints
the Christmas scene this eve
and burning embers in the fireplace fade
to cast the faintest glow
upon the room,

which shines
upon our weighted Christmas tree
of antiqued ornaments and candy canes,
red garland and a hanging carousel -

my eyes seek out the top,
the highest peak
and I find solace, peace, contentment there
in an angel whose flowing satin gown
holds pearls which hang from loops
of golden thread.

And at her back are spread
two gilded wings:
tranquility to still the raging heart.

I see the ray of hope shine in her face
and in her eyes I see my birth, my death.

Yet I contented, knowing she stands guard,
gaze nightfall from a frosted window pane
to find the star of peace there in the sky
and whisper gently as I watch you sleep.

"May the Christmas angel light your path,
and grant you what you dared only to dream"



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