A Christmas address
A Christmas address
brought forth
from me to you
A Nativity Scene
A waiting shelter for buses
Standing on a span of concrete
perhaps a ledge
and you
in between two structural posts
where anything else could be more fitting
A light hanging above you
you're lying down
on the concrete, naturally
resting against the ledge.
How comforting
a roof over your head
a light in the darkness
and tonight
a miracle;
a place you can call yours.
It's perfect.
A miracle fulfilled for another breath.
A dangling light enshrining your presence,
the occasional leftover handed to you
on top of the concrete,
on top of the world.
How gracious.
Someday
a bench will take your place
with mighty armrests
in place of your chest and knees
all in your name.