Holiday lights shine down hard,
fingerless gloves grab collar, grab close, vulnerable neck.
Cart of supplies, shelter needs finding.
Lady strides alongside breathing steam/pointer nose feeling anxious.
Grace hears nighttime singing, “Away in a Manger”, thinks –
did she have something to keep her hands warm?
Long ago story; following a bright light shining in the distance.
Grace wonders about Mary, walking an unknown future –why?
Family thought her crazy, hearing voices?
Grace heard voices, thought she was crazy. That woman had trust and hope and faith.
Not always like this; once on the inside, champagne in hand, lover’s touch at waist.
Then shifting began and moving inside – hand out touching real only finding shooting star, sun she couldn’t understand, light moving away in the distance.
It’s busy here, I’ll find something now. Large tree full of bright/dazzle, smarts/stings.
Closer look; smelling pine/tree, tall as skyscraper.
There are skaters, singers.
Fine for sleep once all is quiet.
Warmth found from noble fir.
Door opens, look up, beautiful lady holds mug of steam rising,
“Thought you’d like more hot chocolate?”
Evening star; Grace sees night sky brightly shining
Mary’s joy finding unsure, hope in heart.
Light in darkness, unbearable bursting, touching home.
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