December's First Gift
waking in the arms of wonder
I awakened to a Rest deeper and sweeter than the night could afford To a Fullness of Breath beyond my ability to gather To an Inner Light bright as the sleepy newborn Sun Herald of the Beloved One This Rest This Breath Undisturbed by weight of words Took me over as softest snow overtakes a town Disposing the rush Imposing its hush Elegantly forceful in its insistence upon surrender O, Golden Hallowed Hush so tender As an Angel come to rouse and bless. No wonder the Virgin uttered Yes.
Wishing you a December filled with Rest and Yes. Deepest Peace, Love, and Every Blessing, Cheryl Anne