It wasn’t lightning
Nor a forest fire
Not a storm that shook
The depths of a tower
It was a wave that built up
Bit by bit through edges and
Jagged formations
Like all the months that led
Up to this
It was the sweet song of salvation
I tasted on your lips
Made me pick up the pieces yet again
To form a whole
No longer just a hole
A dash of evergreen on a silent winter night -
Holy night
This.