and if I warm my hands
at the grate of what is to come
perhaps there will be no sun
or a winter sun
that shines yet chides me.
if I warm my hands
it is against that light
that came so long ago
in Bethlehem where God Himself the Sun
revealed the Star.
though I am here
I am not really;where they ask
when they pass if they ask at all
who are you
except I warm my hands
against that night
when all of darkness
was blasted by the Light.
mary angela douglas 20 december 2019
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