This Christmas
There's no one cause I'm done,
With the sore and the pain.
But there's awe with my faith,
That is growing again.
The peace I'm embracing,
It has filled my whole heart.
And my soul sings the rhythms,
Of a day with no start.
This Christmas I'm healing,
And I'm new like a moon.
I'm lighted, revealing,
Full of glow in a room.
Copyright © Walter D Tomeo | Year Posted 2024
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