Inner Christmas

By John Dobby Boe

Inner Christmas

Inner Christmas

 

There’s singing in the darkness, do you hear?

There’s gaiety and sadness in the tune.

I wish you an inner Christmas this year.

 

November night brings on December drear,

Festivity says sunlight’s coming soon.

There’s singing in the darkness, do you hear?

 

I love the winter and I hate the fear

Of midnight. It’s as natural as noon.

I wish you an inner Christmas this year.

 

Out of cold silence images appear,

Like shadows dancing, lovely, on the moon.

There’s singing in the darkness, do you hear?

 

Be still, for then the mystery comes clear,

Like music on a winter afternoon.

I wish you an inner Christmas this year.

 

Caterpillars seek death and find good cheer

Wrapped up inside a holiday cocoon.

There’s singing in the darkness, do you hear?

I wish you an inner Christmas this year.

 

 

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