Solstice Carol

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Reminiscences of Christmas
Under the palest winter sky
Painted in a watercolor sunset
Upon the clouds of another time

As the years have come together
And wrought our storied past
Through loss and love reliving
The shadows our memories now cast

But the spirit and the essence
Of the coming hallowed day
Can never be diminished
But in a million stars displayed

Through a score and two thousand
And a thousand more, perhaps
The beauty is in the telling
Of that which shall ever last

So to this reflective evening
And to this holiest of days
We submit all our deepest dreaming
To the light of Christmas day

Knowing that this is forever
Held in a sacred place
Deep within our heart of hearts
Where eternity is embraced

Spirit

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I long to walk into the sunset,
keeping it ever before my eyes
But it leaves me chasing the twilight
Thus the sun will always treat me, until it ceases to shine

I look dreaming to the stars, untouched by my awestruck face
They will burn till the end of the heavens, unaware of the nights they held my gaze

I burn to be part of the music, that forever stirs my soul
To take flight with any instrument, to lands I’ve never known
But the music was beautiful without my song
And though I never played a note, the melodies will still play on long after the final  note 

These things are beyond holding onto
A substance beyond embrace
So onto God I reserve my worship
whom without it, would still remain unchanged
But with this shining exception
He sees and knows my spirit,
As He touches my upturned face

The palest ghost of You

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Stars sweep past
the ever circling night
Spreading thick, like diamond dust, drifting,
seeming to settle on the trees
Moonlit wisps of cloud
Like thin veils of white,
Enfold the sky in a nocturne of light chasing shadow
And I breathe you in
keeping time with my being
to this symphony of life,
but still knowing there’s more,
And this, a dim reflection,
like the distant refrain of the heavens,
or the chorus of all eternity
in beauty unconstrained,
like far off chimes of glass
carried upon the wind
But only remembered in a dream
Or the faintest aroma
of a million blossoms opening at the first light of
creation,
Speaking to me,
telling me all that could ever be heard
And all that will ever be told
is only the palest ghost
of  You
the faintest note of Your song
only the lightest tremor
of Your heart
and all it longs to share