Mixed Moss

A long winter
silent, soft and deep
pens me in
outlasting its time
wearing out its welcome.
Numb, inert
I huddle beneath
a downy heap
shivering
loth to move
as early darkness
oppresses my afternoon.
Look within your chill cocoon
find the strength you lost
the hope you could not find
the embers of the hearth fire
you thought had died out.
Let it warm you
melt the snow
and turn your eyes to that bright light
that led three seeking kings
to joy and peace
so long ago.
A two thousand year old spark
will light and warm your way tonight.
Breathe
stir
and rise.

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