ALICJA
KUBERSKA
CHRISTMAS SEASON
Light is born on
the longest night.
Love and goodness
show the way in the darkness,
A chance to break
selfishness.
Time slows and
strikes the hours reflectively,
Faces appear from
the crowd,
It’s possible to
smile, say a few nice words.
Empathy and
tenderness have a sweet taste,
Mercy generously
bestows gifts,
Time for rebirth
EXPECTATION
Empty chair by the
Christmas table.
Thousands of
glittering flames
Dance on colorful
ornaments.
The whole world
trembles, it slowly rocks.
Green spruce
smells like the woods.
Like Ariadne, I
weave
Angel hair into
memories and silence.
I return to happy
hours,
To events that are
now but dreams.
I listen to every
murmur, rustle.
It seems, that at
last I will hear
Familiar footsteps
on the other side of the door
EVE
This is only once
a year -
For heaven is
approaching Earth.
Quiet flows like
the veil.
Disputes, quarrels
disappear.
Less
Sadness, despair
Children's tears
Emptiness in the
hearts
Lonely old men.
Love and mercy.
It is a pity, that
this is not every day
Man to man -
brother.
Peace
CHRISTMAS
There is still
time.
Today she revels
in the first cry.
She marvels at the
tiny fingers
And listens to the infant’s breath.
It’s for them that
the stars shine,
The comet points the
way,
The music flows
from angels’ wings.
There is still
time.
Someday she will
cry
ALICJA KUBERSKA
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