Night grows darker
World grows colder.
Winter winds blow
Holidays approach.
Everywhere I look
I see
Couples embracing
Hearts warm together .
Love blooms
People lean into
The comfort
Of another’s embrace.
People kiss
Beneath the hanging mistletoe.
Families gather
To celebrate their children:
Their accomplishments;
Their progress;
Their partners.
How very painful it is
To be the black sheep
The marked man.
No job
Deep in debt.
No romance
No love.
Many are merry
For the holidays
Loving and full.
I am always lonely
For the holidays
The winter
The year.
Yet the Christmas story
Promises hope
Promises miracles
Promises love.
“Oh Lord,”
I cry
“Please bring romance
Into my life
As soon as you can
So I’ll no longer be
Lonely for the holidays.”