It just isn't Christmas without music, in tune or otherwise
Silent Night flows over us.
Your voice scrambles for the tune,
swings wide around the turns
of every verse.
I sing in your ear,
coaxing your notes
into line with mine—
just like before
when we were anonymous angels
jostled by the congregation
in an ocean of murmuring light.
Your hallelujahs broke free,
untethered from a voice
too full to hold the joy.
I drew your tones close to my own,
calmed you with a lullaby.
Joy to the World resounds around us.
Hold tight and I will guide again
as we sing what can't be said,
leaving words behind.
Davis County Clipper, Dec. 24, 2009
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