Christmas
Come the light.
Come take
the frozen fields.
Reach out from the
speechless snow,
Touch the marrow,
Ease the brow.
Lay down against
The bitter and the mute.
Pull our sight into the jagged wind
Letting loose nameless memories
and break them from our faces.
Let them fall somewhere
where they can’t be found.
Come the light,
Forgive our brokenness,
Forgive us as though
We had never met before,
As though we had always
Followed that star.
— Fox-Martin
