Eliana Chow

spellbound by sunsets and Christmas, I crouched
by the window of my old bedroom, overlooked
a field spilling over with weeds, then birds,
breathtaking to behold, as they winged their way
out of the west and I wept
for these messengers, heaven-sent,
who herald presence: the Lord
is here, is holding what he has made,
is holding you and me.

(12/25/22)