Christmas Morning
This Christmas morning
joy it is to be alive;
world of innocence,
I drink in your
blazing beauty.
This Christmas morning;
gifts unwrapped,
earth breathing purity,
I touch your grace
with grateful awe.
This Christmas morning,
full-throated cries
leap from ridge to bridge;
I hear your music,
choir of contentment.
This Christmas morning
shorn of despair,
sense the wind sing
and dance
free from care.
This Christmas morning,
before indulgence
bloats the body,
let the soul float
light as a feather.
This Christmas morning
embrace true mirth;
communion
of love,
laughter's sweet balm.
This Christmas morning
see how the Beacons
without
ignite the light
within.
By Alexis Dimyan
