When You Are a Child

You wait a long time for Christmas morning
drifting asleep even as the ebony slate of sky
shatters in clarion silence
Glory, Hallelujah!
and shepherds in the hills cast down their rods
look up at angels and find themselves
no longer huddled in darkness
but lucent between the stars.

You, no longer a child but still drifting,
enter the mystery that is darkness
willing to open the gift inside your own singing
recognizing the song of songs from the first Eve—

     We all live for the Light
           that the lowly born, a glimmer, leads
the way

and you wake up, still in the dark
but watchful    and ready now.


Sandra M. Tully is a Wisconsin poet, educator, and community spiritual leader.

Image: Burning candles, Elena Itsenko / Shutterstock.com

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