white lightsEach of us is an evergreen tree,

chosen,

our trunks and branches

wound with strands of light.

Lights

that sparkle and shine

when plugged into the power source.

Lights

that brighten our branches,

a glow reflected on those around us.

The power source is infinite.

The lights are a gift.

A cord extends from the lights.

An outlet provides the only connection

to the Generator of Love.

Without a connection,

The lights go out.

Beauty fades.

Sap dries up and needles fall.

The power is always there.

The outlet has been provided.

The cord reaches as far as need be.

~ Kathleen S. Evenhouse, January 5, 2003
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