Merry Christmas

My heart is yearning for the light,

Flickering softly,

As do the Christmas lights,

Only to grow into

An all-consuming, all forgiving flame

The color of molten gold.

My heart is yearning for the light,

Dim at first,

But growing steady

In the eyes of a child

Or the soul of the one

Who believes.

My heart is yearning for the light,

That inhabits the cloister

Of a church that stands

Between night and day,

Full of chants, echoing

In its stone walls.

My heart is yearning for the light

I once had,

For the faith I once possessed,

When the trees were younger

And angels walked

Among men.

My heart is yearning for the light

That I cannot find

But still remember,

That I am perhaps not worthy of

Anymore-

But still miss.

My heart is yearning for the light

Of a single prayer

For those who are still

Looking for the light

Inside - instead of searching

Far away

My heart is yearning for the light,

Yet I am shattered

And lost.

And I pray, wherever you are,

Follow the light -

And let it shine.

Merry Christmas.