I came across this poem I wrote in 1995, and although it's a Christmas poem, it's always nice to be reminded of the "Light."
Enjoy....
The Christmas Light
Happy Decembers are like snow flakes,
Made of the same stuff,
With each a different take.
No wonder Winter falls
As Christmas lands.
During the Holiday Season
We search our past
For memories of another time.
We hold on to what is,
But can't let go
Of the child's rhyme.
A glad tiding indeed,
To sit 'round the tree
Searchin' for Santa,
Rudolph,
And Frosty,
Knowing they really exist...
Somewhere off of TV.
That makes for warm feelings
Inside,
A place that's never cold
In which to play seek and hide.
There,
The treasure of Christmas,
And all that it means,
Is found in the Light
That illumines and beams.
Near Christmas and always
And every Holy Day, too
The laughter is hearty
And the smiles are bright.
For safe restful joys
Open the peaceful way
And close each
Silent pretty night.
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