The Christmas gift
Lone figure, River whispers
Christmas lights flicker, Eyes shimmer
Hope quivers, Irish whiskey sipper
Saint and sinner, in the mirror
Doubts appear, two draw near
Mistletoe cheer, He appears
Wipes her tears, Calms her fears
From jeers, Of peers
Entwined spheres, Hands held
Questions disappear, Lives meld
Words endear, Souls compelled
To hear, Hope dwelled
Unspoken prayer, Faith marvelled
To declare, music swelled
I care, darkness dispelled
Without fanfare, fire quelled
To share, eyes beheld
'to love and be loved in return'
By Shannon McKemie, M.A.
Written: 11-21-2016
He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same
--Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights