December Sonnet
A Poem by Chelsea Fraser
Beside a fire’s burning light, the world
distills here; and now, in warming sparks
and welcome orange dancers, sharing curls
of joy, dispersing all the smoke and dark
from this small Everything where you and I
remember hope: an ember born of will
immortal, once delivered for our joy—
the fullness filled. The world distilled—
another log to stoke the blaze anew,
(for even fire does not last very long)
and we are shaken from our reverie
to work for joy and presence in our home.
Prepare Him room, and infinite will come,
Immanuel, to blaze our hearts again.