Christmas Mysteries Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

The midnight clears I still can hear
The carols from our fresh made Christmases
And feel the snow air blue with promise in Little Rock
As fresh to me in dreams now as it was in
Living then
How is it memory embalms so sharply
Times that we once lived and gives us second
Chances to review almost to relive the glittering details
Scents of Florida oranges peppermint candy ice cream bliss
We knew then which had to do not only with
Decorated trees a sense of ease in being home
Of time unfolding like the Magi its gifts
But the sense of epiphany that here though it faded away
Was something mysterious that yet, could stay
We had a vague and sparkling inkling of
And grow more vivid day by day
As the heart cherished, so, remaining with us.
mary angela douglas 18 july 2024