Look to the Sky

Far and away from home
there lights another Christmas.
The reds and greens extant,
the silver bells and mistletoe.
I am alone tonight
abiding in Ramada.
The cold determines me
despite the warmth within my room.
There is a wealth of loss
without my friends and family;
holiday cheer somewhere,
yet it is far beyond my reach.

I leave my room
and walk through the lobby.
The desk clerk friendly nods me a grin.
I decide to go out seeking fresh air.
The night so crystal clear
and here that is rare.
And up in the sky
I see the reason;
the wonder put in
fires afar.
Then the joy electric
surges my spine
I feel the wonder of the universe--
the joy of Christmas Eve will be mine.
By and by (feel the awe),
look to the sky.


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Writer’s Cramp
12-25-14