adventspiral poem #1
almost too heartbreakingly
beautiful for words the room
transformed to a dark pine forest
a candle in the midst the children
one by one entering the space
each alone walking the spiral
carrying a candle lighting it
rewalking the path kneeling
placing it along the spiral’s edge
one by one slowly each solemn
young face lit by the soft light
a harp’s gentle strums defining
each child until all have walked
lit knelt placed departed an hour
has passed now the spiral is left
in the forest silent its way traced
by candlelight all hearts full
heartbreakingly beautiful
heartbreakingly holy perhaps
perhaps perhaps a spiral toward
the healing of bruise-ed hearts
© Jacqueline Jackson 2008
