MY WISH

I plug in my Christmas tree every evening.

I'm careful to not disturb

ornaments or the tiny lights that dangle 

invisibly, powerless from branches of the tree.  

The angel at the top stares down 

with eager anticipation  

for she knows what will be, 

once electricity charges through conduits 

that explode illumination, 

transforming her wings into rainbows,

of gaudy, loud clanging colors.  

Lights beam, scream

raucous laughter on the tree.

I play with symbolism 

as I wish

that we all become a Christmas tree, 

with many branches extended, 

beautifully ornamented,

plugged in to conduits of love's power,

brightening, reflecting the happiness of colors,

while our light illuminates kaleidoscopic joy.

At the top, in our angelic minds, 

resides knowledge of what can be, 

once love empowers a tree.

 (For Poets United.)

I wish you all the very best during this Holiday season and always.