on Christmas morning

we shivered in the endless dark

and watched the vague line

of horizon beyond the trees

turn violet then lavender

then saw the deep rose disk

move powerfully up into

a lightening sky as red rays

soothed the night away

and there it was

the rising sun had come to us

from heaven and was pushing

back the dangerous black

that hid the path

and all the lurking threats

that wait for wanderers

stumbling in their fumbling

search for the one way home

to loving welcome

and forever peace

(Luke 1:76-79; Isaiah 9:2-7; 60:1-6)

© Linnea Boese, 2011