Christmas confessions

EVER GREEN

December twenty-second.
Three days before
The Fest.

I sit in coal-black
Morning,
Waiting for my guest.

Examining
My conscience,
I spy the dinge and dirt.

The howling wind
And icy, sleet,
Intensify the hurt.

So out into
The dark,
I trod in sleety, snow,

Searching for
The evergreen
Of hope, the Christmas glow.

The scent of incense,
Candles,
Stained glass of midnight blue,

Is where the whipping wintry
Wind
Has blown me in to view

The altar,
Tabernacle,
Poinsettias, Christmas trees,

Red, green
Decorations,
I fall upon my knees.

For in a
Shadowed corner,
Quite private there’s a door,

Above a light.
Glows ever green…
Of hope, “Go sin no more!”