This is a poem I wrote for a friend who needed something to read at a community event coming up. I wanted it to be inclusive of everyone’s beliefs, and the fact that this season is about dark and light, and waiting for the spring.
This season of cold where flurries fly
We watch the snow fall, snow on snow
The streak of sun in rainbow sky
Water running through ice below.
The longest nights, the darkest days
The way we wait with bated breath
For gifts, for cards, for Christmas plays
For the trace of spring’s unsteady step.
And through the bleak of winter’s touch
We lie in wait for hope recurred
The songs of old that tell so much
Of soft replies, of gentle words.
Don’t despair in winter’s dark
We look for light to help us find
The hope that season’s greetings spark
Our own joy to lift our minds.
Only by light and hope can we pray
To come out of the dark and into the day.
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