Christmas Eve, After Mass

The light from the tree
throws gold on my
dark wall.

Night lurks, but
thin windows
keep the wind at bay

as day flows faithfully
to day.

So we wait

for the exuberant sun
to spill reckless warmth
over the grateful Earth.

Life is a prize,
a gift of great value

gold given by the eastern king
to the newborn
child.

So receive it!

Your faith
has saved you.

poem by Steven Federle
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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