Stars pattern the night sky
with its silent snowflakes falling softly.
One could be lonely here beneath the vastness.
Fear could drift down around us
with its predetermined darkness.
The night sky begins to lighten
as an angel appears
with her own pattern of comfort–
a pale yellow light, a slight gentle touch,
a warmth in the icy night.
And hope comes
both in their rightful place in the universe.
And all is at it should be.
© Barbara Flass, Christmas 2011