there in the muddle
where I do my best
to keep it swept
but it gets messed up
every day anyway,
there amidst
the drafts
and the animal chorus
something new
and beautiful
is being born—
not because
I prayed for it,
not because
I am worthy,
only because
that is how
miracles work—
sometimes
by grace
we peek through
the cracks in the walls
and see just
how light
even the messiest
places
can be.
Lovely Christmas poem, thanks. And happy holidays to you, where something new and beautiful is always being written.
Aww, Merry Christmas soon and happy solstice today and happy new year, may every month be poetry month, may every week find a reason for writing, may every day bring you grace, may every moment have a window for gratitude. I am extra grateful for you, dear David, xoxo r
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