a poem in my pocket

David

plays the vigil

on piano as i read

passages

from old testament;

quilted stars

shine

across table runner

below window.

sangria

scented candle

flickers,

light of the world

illuminates

simple wooden

creche;

its characters,

sewn of soft felt,

arranged by

young child’s hands

to encircle and gaze

at a holy babe,

God

wrapped in

helpless humanity.

white lights,

silver and gold spheres

on Christmas tree

sparkle

in bow window.

glittering star

on treetop

points to sunrise

enlightening;

warm pinks

on cool

blues

of earth’s pale

winter

sky.