The College Years
(originally titled: “A Pause”)
And as we rush through the brisk stillness of
This bright December evening, our quick thoughts
Soften on a star suddenly alight,
More radiant than the others, more alive,
More joyful as it burns against dark sky . . .
So it seems as we shiver beneath
Its pure-white glow and remember His star;
Then catch our frost-bitten breath, and tuck
This single star’s sharp joy into our numb
And weary hearts — the glad hope of Christmas.
12/1983, Lookout Mountain, Georgia
This poem is the property of Sandra M. Fleming and is copyrighted by her, December 2014. Please do not reproduce it without her permission.