We staggered in from the storm
at last toward Christmastime
and looked back at the footprints left
limping toward our wintry shrine
built by memories faded and yet unmade
wondering if we will remember how to be
together when the ice is finally melted
by the fires of our own making. And now we
wait. Ears trained for the creak of meaning
always just outside the door, our naked feet
slapping the floorboards in dancing pursuit
of a miracle, let’s just sing and eat
as the thunder clears its throat, sing
out long into the frozen night
let’s sing our way out of the darkness
together, silhouetted by the coming light.
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