oh my heart, listen

the stories you tell yourself

are not who you are

stories are like ghosts

the only way they have life

is if you let them

they will block the sun

make you think they define you

simply to survive

for Christmas this year

oh my heart, let us let go

of our ancient ghosts

let us show the stories

of past, present and future

the door, at long last

in their place, wonder;

forgiveness for one and all

(ourselves included)

and the Season’s joy

deep within you, oh my heart,

the whole year through


- Jenny Bienemann