Your name would arise
Time to time these past years...

I know it is not within your faith having angels...
When we talk about the seven faces I see there...

I began the holiday in a somber mood
It was the first to be without you here...

Last night I gazed at the roaring fire,
Radiating warmth from the fireplace...

I wander through this house
that no longer feels like home...

Christ was born that special day
Hope and love we all do pray...

Under the old rustic archway I enter,
Beginning my walk on hallowed ground...

The wet and cool clear water
Amplifies the stones below...

Ever take the time to wish
To hopefully fulfill a dream...

Yesterday's loves will linger.
Greeting you in unexpected ways...

The leaves have all fallen
Barren trees do explain...

Not an empty seat found at the all night diner
As he stands outside so alone in the snow...