It was at midnight that we saw up high,
A tiny star, deep in the darkness twinkling,
So faint, then all at once it caught like kindling,
Burst into flame and spread across the sky,
And we all scrambled down the hillside, mingling,
Towards the valley, where the city lay,
Above us burned a sky as bright as day,
And filled with birdsong, like a choir singing,
We tore through brambles, squelched across a bog
Until we hit a path that curved around
A fallow pasture, in dispersing fog,
Our feet were once again on solid ground,
And there it was, a small lopsided shed,
Etched out dark against the glowing heaven,
And there we stopped, and there we stood, forgiven
And singing with the angels overhead
From the Harmonic Verse 2025 anthology: Poems for the Holidays (published in the US by Local Gems Press, available in the UK via Amazon https://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/aw/d/B0G58M9PF7)
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