Once in the dark hills of Efrata
a light was born
Did not know its significance until
part of L.A. was hit by a blackout.
Suddenly all the familiar things were shrouded
in a impenetrable black silent fog.
Stumbled over furniture, ran into walls
to get the matches (yes, I knew where they were,
if I could only find where “where” was – pun intended)
and light this candle
the feeling of RELIEF
knowing where I was
now I could find food
and the bathroom
Oil 9 x 12 inch, © St Germain
Every Christmas I paint a small 9 x 12, to remind myself my gift – any gift – comes from above.
This is a little of what it must have been like
a blinding light of many angels
in the dark hills of Efrata
So many feelings ran through my mind when alone in that darkness
I felt the need of recording it
the only thing I could do was writing some short stories by candle light
even too dark to paint while waiting
On and off I looked through my kitchen window
watching a light truck working in our street
till two in the morning
as I silently cheered them on with my discovery
that light is gold.
Oh JOY, the moment the light came back on!
Christmas is the highpoint of the year for me personally
(Note for ABC Wed. – in Greek, the first translation out of Hebrew, X stands for CH, so Christmas = Xmas)
a celebration of the Light of the universe
“ Who,” by the way, ” is the greatest of artists” (quote of Vincent van Gogh) coming to earth
from our own (previous) yard
To all who celebrate this feast in December a Merry Christmas
if not, wishing you a fabulous week with lots of good things coming your way!
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