December
(A Salute to John Updike)
Twelve months we wait
to spread the news
of wonder our world
each year renews.
“The shepherds wait
the kings, the tree
all wait for something
yet to be.”
And in the night
a bright new spark
to light the way
through dark and dark.
This bright eastern star
glowed once before
to affirm good news
which the angels bore.
And now, through the earth,
sweet notes again flow
hailing heaven’s great joy
two-thousand Decembers ago.
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2015
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