On This Night

She gazed upon bejeweled flames of a Yuletide blaze...
all the years of loss and pain a ghosted, smoky haze.
Blanketed, the earth this night, in silent reverence,
fiery tongues the only light in evening's innocence.

Mesmerized, her spirit reigned, she watched their molten dance,
shimmering in robes of flame, their offspring cast to chance.
On undulating waves of heat, her prayers set to wing;
naught for herself did she entreat ~ instead, one whispered thing...

"Christ, my Savior, born this night so very long ago,
receive my heart into Your Light, that Your love I may know."
Soon thereafter came sweet sleep, and with it, Angels' songs;
heralding God's gentle keep, they gathered nigh in throngs.

O'er windswept hills and snowy plain, their chorused voices rose,
as they called her home again, in peaceful soft repose.
While in her dreams, the fire burned bright for Christmases now past;
her soul set free this bitter night... her earthly Christmas last.

Beneath the bridge where she'd lain down, her Yuletide fire wanes dim;
fading embers on the ground where once a life had been.
But in its dying, crimson tears, no pain or sorrows dwell,
for by her faith she knew no fear, and lived life full and well.

She left no riches here on earth, yet knows wealth beyond measure,
for on this night of Jesus' birth, He's claimed her as His treasure.
On this night she's found a home that none can take away...
dawn will find her at God's throne, rejoicing Christmas Day.

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