From the outside winter enters
A visitor unfree
His Christmas chains that jingle
He fastens now on me
My vision sees him larger
The further back I peer
These cuffs once bound in anger
Now comforting my fear
An anxious glance before me
Reveals what could be true
Until the ghost assures me,
“The ghost you see is you.”
He looks most like a child
Who sits with me as muse
Explaining how we got here
And what I have to lose
His brow is furled with interest
At why I keep him here
When two more ghosts could visit
To lead me from my fear
Another Vision enters
Who once I kept at bay
I move a little farther
To keep him far away
The ghost child still is sitting
On my every other side
Enticing me to choose him
And keep my chains in pride
But in a still soft whisper
The One who seems more real
Is urging me to choose Him
And come to him and heal
Though eyes flit in betrayal
I glance and see his calm
I see a key that’s ancient
Now rests upon his palm
With God and ghost astride me
I’ve always had this choice
As long I live He goads me
To hear his humble voice.
Dec 30, 2025
Dec 30, 2025 at 3:46 PM UTC
From the outside winter enters
A visitor unfree
His Christmas chains that jingle
He fastens now on me
My vision sees him larger
The further back I peer
These cuffs once bound in anger
Now comforting my fear
An anxious glance before me
Reveals what could be true
Until the ghost assures me,
“The ghost you see is you.”
He looks most like a child
Who sits with me as muse
Explaining how we got here
And what I have to lose
His brow is furled with interest
At why I keep him here
When two more ghosts could visit
To lead me from my fear
Another Vision enters
Who once I kept at bay
I move a little farther
To keep him far away
The ghost child still is sitting
On my every other side
Enticing me to choose him
And keep my chains in pride
But in a still soft whisper
The One who seems more real
Is urging me to choose Him
And come to him and heal
Though eyes flit in betrayal
I glance and see his calm
I see a key that’s ancient
Now rests upon his palm
With God and ghost astride me
I’ve always had this choice
As long I live He goads me
To hear his humble voice.