We await the fullness of time – the fullness of the moon
Somewhere your star-struck choir sings
As the evening unpeels our histories.
The world is here again!
I feel the breathing of yuletide fires,
The ribboned refrains of seasoned candles
And bars of voices beyond St. Stephen’s Wall.
The robin appears in a globe of joy
His carol negotiating wreaths of cloud
And tinsled cakes of snow.
We wing into the holy day
While the blinking eye of the gifting moon
Receives you at that vanishing point
On memory’s path:
Outlived by love