Christmas Day

Christmas Day

Not the intense moment
Isolated, with no before and after,
But a lifetime burning in every moment
And not the lifetime of one man only
But of old stones that cannot be deciphered.

— T.S. Eliot

Please come, feel the cracks in my Christmas Day
And I will show you a string of moments.
Flawed, perfect, precious, peculiar.
Threaded together in fiery play
By a single golden ray. Fulfilment
perpetual, of a joyful longing fire,
That glowing wire of eternal breath
Illuminating every present’s birth,
Resounding in ever-glow after its death
And filling mundane memories with worth.
So much so, the outer veneer ruptures,
Through fissures of each instance, eruptions
Of timeless embrace overcome the fray.
Come and feel the cracks in my Christmas day.

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Peter Lilly
Poet

Peter has been published in Radix Magazine, Macrina Magazine, Across the Margin, Beyond Words, Heart of Flesh, and the 2018 Anthology 'Please Hear What I'm Not Saying.' Read more of his poems at peterlillypoetry.blogspot.com or follow him on Twitter: @peterlillypoems