At Christmas, in Red and Gold

Travelling miles
down highways,
tunnelling through light
and clouds
and tree shapes -
all to see you,
all to see you.

Suddenly,
the rush of things,
an anointing
from the king of kings;
a candle lit
from skin to skin -

old flames, new flames,
we rise against sin,
we rise,
to raise a Son.

© Shaista Tayabali, 2011

Merry Christmas from Brisbane, dear readers. Nearly New Year - the Year of the Dragon! I am downing my cups of sunshine at the rate of knots, and thanking each of my lucky stars for Rituximab, for my family, for light and love and laughter.