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[GodSon]

Within the shadows of this room.
I wrapped hope around me like a familiar sweater.
Left hanging in the hall closet, forgotten.....
Until I am driven to open that door.
And don that garment by the sheer frigidity.
Of the moment.

The dark corners whispered welcome to me.
Covering me from the eyes of visitors.
For my heart was breaking into thousands bits of glass.
And I wanted to protect all from accidental cuts.
I wanted to keep all that pain and fear.
Contained, so as to try to piece it back together later.

I had forgotten this was Eve.
A magical night of celebration, of certainty of rescue
From all things unbearable, if only one truly believes
In the power of love, the sanctity of truth
The protection from despair and the assuredness
That our soul is eternal, moving along a continuum.

The hospital corridors were dark, cool, quiet
I could hear an occasional Angel footstep
Moving in the hall, the soft swoosh of wings
Moving the staid air, stirring up the dust of memories
As I stood there, watching the love of my life
Fighting a battle for his lifetime.

And, like any Christmas Eve worth it's weight,
As dawn changed the sky of the city
From inky blue-black to glorious shades of salmon and aureolin,
Mauve and purple, the sunrise warmed my face
Torched my hope, strengthened by resolve to hold on to faith
And shone upon the two of us, one more day together.

What more can two people ask?
For that, in itself, was our Christmas miracle.