Poem December 24, 2012 Issue

Meditations on a Christmas card

Diane Allison

A simple image, softly drawn and colored. No stars, no manger scene, no busy city
shopping, no kings or penguins or Santas, neither deer nor angels flying,
nor carolers singing, no light-strung trees, no winter landscape in this or any other land.

Yet nothing seems to speak of Christmas more.

Nestled at the great head of a sleeping lion, a sleep so deep you know he’s left
all fear behind, 
lies a little lamb, head up, alert, watching me
to let me know
she is protecting him
so he can rest safely.  

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