“a star hung high”.

in the distance there’s a star hung high, swirls of low clouds shadow the land and sky, this night of mighty note stands out over all the others, and grace gives birth to a golden soul survivor. Young lovers ,from meek origins and pure light, only knew to stop under that light. all around the world there are others, who feel the impact of birthing from their endeavors. the thing that most forget is we all have the chance to smother the dark, to find the bright, to overcome sadness, sin, and blight. The dust that made us, also produced a bright light, and the dust that will become one with us, shall also remember our fight. for everyone has a spark of time, a glimmer of hope, that pushes earth round. We hang on, and figure how to add to the sound. sometimes depression, sadness, and fear. Seep into our manger of all those gathering near. if you think you are lost, if you think you don’t matter, then take a look at that light, that your life has shattered.. the still in this night, We are reminded each year. when goodness prevailed, in a festive little town, when a baby, gave peace a chance to be found. when love from two parents, spread all around. when ever you feel down. go outside, look up, not down. find your star, be still breathe deep. tomorrow the sun, will hide all the stars from up high, place that light in our hearts, to carry on spirit of good, grace instilled, peace for us all. in the distance there’s a star hung high, swirls of low clouds shadow the land and sky. … f,messina.12.24.20 (c)