They travel on bended knees through broken trees and weave through dreams when Christmas looms.
All for you so one day you can see them too.
They help them, guide them. Redirect them to the light behind them and you ridicule and blind them? Make memories subside to cover and hide them?
Shame their beliefs.
Bequeath the will to guide them.
You can’t find them.
The light shows both placidity and care.
Accept the world you’ve come to know because it…….it isn’t there.
© G.P Williamson 2017