A crack in my heart

There is a crack in my heart tonight, I am sure it might have been there all along, but tonight it presented itself to me.

I went for a walk, the skies opened up, and I was able to see the stars, Orion, and the cresent moon in the west, it was low, but it hung like an ornament on a tree, a golden shade of mustard.

The rapids in the village at the bridge were roaring, and white, its strength amazing. The light in the church by the river, presented a scene in stain glass, that calmed the soul. On the way to the bridge was a manger scene, that is what its all about, the celebration of the Christs birth, it has nothing to do with the problems at hand, the issues that ravage the soul or mind, but the celebration of the infants birth, the innocence and rebirth, a time of reconsideration, of looking back, of seeing what has been, and how we could make it better.

I miss my Dad, this is the first Christmas without him, and I miss him so much. We will all feel the loss, and some of us have more pain than others, but we are all in the sorrow together.

The wind is strong, you can hear the cracks in the branches of the trees, and lights glisten in the wind. There are some beautiful lights in the village. The Christmas trees shine through the windows, and the candle lights shine in all the windows giving a welcoming sign.

I am somewhat deflated on the Christmas feeling right now, at the present moment. The crack in my heart, was unexpected, but none the same it is there, and now do I patch it, or let it spread wider?