I let myself float
in the golden light and sound
of Christmas — bright peace
suffuses me, everyone
is haloed. This liquid
dissolves time, at least
for a moment, and I travel
through the years, along
the glow lines,
reaching back
to all the Christmases
where this illumination
punctuates the year.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 23, 2018
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