Of Dark And Christmas Blessed. Poem by Luke Curcio

There's a moment in this world. Late in December night.

The darkness touched by the hanging warm lights.

I stay and linger while most are safe and cozy inside, with their trees shining back.

Because here before tomorrow comes, I find peace and safety.

I'm not ready for my problems, and here I only know them in my mind.

Then I'll go to bed and rest amidst the beauty of dark and Christmas blessed.

So I enjoy this time now that keeps my worries at bay.

I don't have to live then or tomorrow.

I fall asleep with the sounds of peace and good will as the carols play.