Christmas Eve, Las Vegas, New Mexico 1939
I see your tiny, mittened hand held tight
Within your father’s that wears not a glove;
The luminarias burn glad and bright,
Their crackling flames below, the stars above.
The spires of “Montezuma’s Castle” loom
Against the frozen sky, whilst your small form
Processes with the faithful through the gloom,
As silence yields to music, cold to warm.
“Venite exultemus Domino”
Is chanted by the exiled monks and priests;
The star within your heart that’s now aglow,
That watched the Magi, shepherds, and the beasts,
Now lights my way, your son’s, these many years
Since Mary took you from this vale of tears.
From Sonnets for the Queen of Heaven © Joseph Charles MacKenzie. All rights reserved.