The Coming of Light*
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.
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.*
and tomorrow’s dust flares into breath.*
Dear Friends (known and unknown) and Family,
Best Wishes for the Holiday and warm wishes for your good health and well-being. Everyday, I am grateful for the many gestures of kindness and support you all give me. I offer each one of you my deepest aspiration for your happiness in this time of the rising light and coming New Year
Much Love Jacqueline
*Poem by Mark Strand Reprinted from the Academy of American Poets website www.poets.org
