Vigil
I am all anticipation, wound tight as December's clock,
a child pressed to frosted glass, breath fogging prophecy.
The night stretches long and faithful as my want,
each hour a bead I count toward his arrival.
I've left the door unlocked, the hearth still warm,
cookies arranged like offerings to a winter god.
My belief is a candle burning in the window—
small flame against the vast and patient dark.
I am waiting the way snow waits to be touched,
the way silence waits to break into bells.
~Stacy Stephens
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