All is quiet, calm, peace in the wee hours
Silent morn… Holy morn…
Where returning from trumpets and glory of late night Christmas Eve service, I want waiting with you more than sleep,
here in my chair beside three-in-one picture window
Your birthday fanfare is an antonym now…
for in this midnight dark, it is soft, gentle as a downy baby head…
Coming in tinkling bells ring-a-linging from the porch,
shining in tiny, twinkling, golden-white stars
on upstretched branches by the window,
flickering in candle and mantel holly-light.
And on the glass behind each… a gift reflected… myriads of raindrop stars placed there by your hand.
So many shimmering diamond reminders…
Christ our Savior is born this happy morn!
My prayers tumble words upon words, like snow on snow… Remembering faces I cherish here, and those so recently there face to face with you this eve-turned-morn… And carols of song wing feathery from and to you within my soul…
I am seeing You now
In all the sweet, familiar places
That this heart of mine embraces
All year through
I am seeing You…
In every lovely Christmas way
And everything that’s light and gay*
I’ll always think of You that way
I’ll find you in the morning’s dawn
And when the night is new —
I’ll be looking at these stars
But, seeing… You…
© Pam Depoyan
Merry Christmas to You All, Dear Friends!
May Quiet and Peaceful underscore your day
even in the midst of making merry…
and may they come to you
like so many ornament lights of communion moments
that make you pause in awe,
your heart entwined in His
* In the old fashioned sense of merry, following the intent of the original lyrics in I’ll Be Seeing You...
photos and drawing, mine. Please do not copy without permission.