O Holy Night

I was frozen in the steady gaze of the moon.
Its holy light burned a rufous ringed hole
in the clouds rushing by, the illusion of motion
like a painting that followed me with its eyes.
All I could think was I was born into this world
in the ordinary way, with love my only salvation.


About Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner
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One Response to O Holy Night

  1. could not agree more…cheers

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