Christmas, 2016

Darkness,
moonless midnight,
too soon to see the way
so path and peril are as one;
silence.

Silence:
words left unsaid.
Too soon to know. The tree
of knowledge bears little fruit in
wisdom.

Wisdom
not in choosing—
too soon to be choosing—
but in waiting to be chosen;
stillness.

Stillness:
not in rising—
too soon for glorias.
This time is his, and the gift of
darkness.