Author: maiamom

Tomorrow is another day.

Today, it’s time for rest.

Tomorrow we will try again.

Today, we’ve done our best.

My candle spreads its Christmas light

for all the world to see.

It offers hope to all the world and

hope to you and me.

Life and death are very close —

not very far apart.

The distance of a whispered breath —

the pulsing of a heart.

I need a bit of magic in this gray December day.

I need a little glitter, need some fun.  I need to play.

I need a bit of laughter, need some sparkle, need some cheer.

And so, I’m thinking of you.

You’re the best part of my year.

We’ve made it to the shortest day.

The days are getting longer.

Oh, Joy!

Oh, Bliss!

How good is this?

Already I feel stronger!

Today I send you wishes

for a bright and happy day.

I hope that you’ll find laughter

and I hope your joy will stay.

A withered leaf clings way up high,

a dark, lorn blot against the sky.

It clutches to its twig, forlorn,

determined.  It will NOT blow on.

Today I Am.

And, once, I was.

Tomorrow’s yet to be.

I live.  I breathe.

I think. I feel.

There’s more than what you see.

My candle burns for all the world.

Its flame stands clear and true.

It burns for those I care about.

It ‘specially burns for you.

The moon lit up a golden path

across December’s sky,

lighting up the silent earth

as darkness swept on by.