Christmas Eve

Image by geralt.Licensed CC0/Public Domain.
Image by geralt.
Licensed CC0/Public Domain.

Going down to the car
for a bottle of ginger ale.

Once outside, along
the redwood-lined sidewalk,
something about the night
inspires me to start singing
“O Come All Ye Faithful,”
and my little errand becomes
a solemn processional.

I emerge under
the sentinel stars.
As above, so below.
They and the song embody
the same mystery.

This night, the world 
slows down and we 
can feel such things;
yet isn’t it always so?

The depth of the sacred,
in which we are wrapped:
only the silence can say it.
Our most sublime music
is but a mirror of that.

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