In the hush of December’s night,
I remember a chair left empty,
a voice that once carried carols,
now folded into silence.
Grief lingers like winter’s shadow,
yet even in sorrow’s chill,
a star breaks through the dark—
Bethlehem’s light,
eternal and unyielding.
For unto us a Child was born,
not to erase our tears,
but to cradle them in mercy,
to lift the weight of sin,
to promise life beyond the grave.
So I hold both ache and alleluia,
my father’s absence,
my Savior’s presence—
and in this holy paradox,
Christmas becomes not loss,
but love incarnate,
a dawn that death cannot dim.
~ Copyright ©EmperatrizV @Sunflower for Emily, 24 December 2025 - All Rights Reserved
