Even this late it happens:
the coming of love, the coming of light.
You wake and the candles are lit as if by themselves,
stars gather, dreams pour into your pillows,
sending up warm bouquets of air.
Even this late the bones of the body shine
and tomorrow’s dust flares into breath.
I think Mark Strand’s “The Coming of Light” is the Christmas story, minus the familiar narrative or specific religiosity. Miracles start small, and with faith and love, keep unfolding.
It’s smart to end relationships that are poisonous. It’s a good thing. Sometimes you have to cut people out of your life to make things better. So you can move forward.”