A Christmas Treasure
Darkness gathers dust, the stars along our way. Into pools, the green and blue of silence, music comes out to play.
It seemed but a day, the yesterdays she knew. Alone, in a forgotten closet, she knows what shadows grew.
Between the floral sheets, she gathers all the music in her heart. She plays in utter darkness. Images are sparked.
Flowers pressed against her, a garden dried in dreams. Wilted roses and cotton sheets, with and without seams.
Clothes worn and new, hanging neatly in their rows. Shoes that have traveled, and hats waiting for a cold wind to blow.
A doll with red twisted hair, and cheeks painted pink, pictures in boxes, all memories that think.
Enameled with pearl, she sits in recollection. Her thoughts in a box, her delicate introspection.
She knows but one song, a love song of her day. Somewhere in time, her melody still plays.
Tides rush in to meet the shore of her forgotten song, like a lighthouse in a heart that is waiting to be found.
Every Christmas Eve before the grandfather clock chimes ten, she is moved to the Christmas tree, to play her beautiful hymn.
She was a gift of family, a music box without a name. She waits in the tides of silence for hope to proudly proclaim.
Her message is quite simple, it plays over and over again. Time is not the measure of where our life ends.
For unto us, this morn, a Child cries in the hay. He will be our truth, our light, and our way.
“Silent Night” she plays, her notes as bright as stars. This is our Christmas, when we all remember what we are.
We are family, whether we are Christian or another. We all know what we seek, and we must learn to love each other.
In silence we find the words that one should say. Let the music in your heart come out to play this glorious day.
For peace it begins in you and ends in you. A “Silent Night” when Earth sings of a God and the mercy God so humbly drew.
Treasure what is priceless. Treasure what is rare. We are the only reason that Christmas is in the air.