THE HOLLY BUSH
Joyfully you stand holly tree
dark shiny leaves
each one a mirror to see
the low sun now burning me.
a sun so silver long shadows make
this day was made for my sake
this moment bathed in frozen light
mingles memories with sight.
Cradling the Darling winter child
in my heart now warm and mild
where once angry frosts burnished sin
You holy child could not sleep therein.
The Holly tree was made by You
the pointed leaves the sparrows too
who dart in seconds out of sight
to darkness hidden from the light
Where once before in other days
i could not see the sparrows play
and sing and dance with graceful wing
my cradled Child you make me sing.
L.Ivison 2025 copyright 2025
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