by higman
I’ll take the silent joy of the Lord,
to fill the holes left in family for the holidays.
Gathered together with a host of angels, it beautifully drowns out the deafening loneliness.
Memories should not be all that’s left at such a young age. Yet, if I close my eyes, I am comforted as I tune in closely and feel the warmth of a manger somewhere within my cold confined room. Perhaps it’s in my heart. Thank you Lord.
