The Space Where Love Has Been

    I have been needing to write this, have felt it growing inside me. Giving the structure of words to my sorrow helps me. But there are many all around us reaching out in different ways for strength to get through the bleakness that accompanies the beauty of the season. The memories that touch our hearts, remind us those we cannot touch.

 

 

The Space Where Love Has Been

 

 

A winter wind moves mutely toward

the Christmas wreath on my front door,

seeking out a broken place

for shelter in a warmer space

 

I decorate our Christmas tree,

each ornament a memory,

the twinkling lights too bright to hide

my brokenness concealed inside.

But sometimes I must let it in

the sad, but now familiar wind,

to join me in that wounded place,

warmth and winter, face to face.

 

At times we walk our separate ways,

go placidly about our days,

but Christmas beckons winter wind

to share the space where love has been. 

12/2/24