Sunday, December 25, 2011

A Christmas Poem

In the bleak midwinter
the Christ Child again
asks to enter into our hearts
and melt the ice that insists
on forming there
against our better judgment --
our attempts at thawing
only serving to set it afire
in a soul-consuming explosion--
our attempts at cooling
turning it once again
to ice.

2 comments:

alwayscominghome said...

love this! so true.

Dymphna said...

Thanks so much for reading and commenting.

Poems © Gemma W. Wilson