The Web Poetry Corner - Joris John Heise - Midnight Mass
Midnight Mass
by
Joris John Heise
Our twinkle lights link to distant stars.
Which I can see--reflecting in brown eyes—
See laughter there. Far fuses toward love arise
In roots that glow beneath small dreams, large wars.
A new-born brings believing—damps our fear.
See! good is life, each pain will pass, cruel lies
Will fade, and all we've got is Gift. What dies
Is death, is cowardice, is dark, leaked tears.
This night, each you appears, too, as a "Son"—
A soul-core God fathers, your finest you,
Your brightest song, your cleanest, sweetest view
Of plain-day living rich with human play.
And splendor dances in delight between
All sorts of lovers—led by angels seen.