I don't want to write about Christmas
of the child getting lost in the bustle
of seeing life repeat itself
in her sad eyes

of my feelings of helplessness
at letting her go
to the seeming distant Presence
she will encounter when one day
she will fall
and hit bottom.

Because no one here wants to hear
of darkness in a time of light
of the places light has yet to infuse
when all there seems to be
is the waiting for the Light
only Love can enkindle.