Merry Christmas to me!

Tonight

In the wee hours of the mellow moon

That shines like a keyhole to Heaven

I have a belly once more that 'knows'

Its God-given design -

To receive my food

And de-construct it

With purpose unparalleled

Re-constructing those elements

That nurture my physical body

Leaving my brain, my 'soul'

Free

To thrive in their own esoteric spheres.

 

For me

On this blessed night

Once more I have a body of deliberate plan

That takes in nourishment

Processes it

And passes waste

Precise and painless

To re-nourish the physical Earth.

 

I am in awe of Creation

And Re-creation

The power of the human Mind

Individually – collectively -

Everywhere!

As I creep back into bed I think,

'Miracles are holy

and wholly personal.'

With this lovely thought

I close my eyes to instant sleep.

Cynthia Buell Thomas

Christmas Eve Night, 2018