Monday, December 12, 2022

:...summer’s light in december..."


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Summer’s light in December 


Our lives receive fresh hope in December, like sunshine warms the soul in summer 

December’s cold, and wintery scene brightened now by the birth of her, reviving our hearts 

The smile and bright brown eyes, who could’ve dreamed of her three decades later 

She carries our hearts in sensitive ways and ignites hope 

Her friendship and thankfulness are rivers in desert places



The youngest of four with paved roads before her 

Challenging, comparing, expectations, for the youngest,

and at times feeling invisible,

Yet so many ways she is daring, dauntless and stands out,

Carved her own path to blessing and feat

Like a young artist stands out, her hand a masterstroke in the moment

inspiring to nieces and nephews, and cherished the same

A present, from Aunt Emily for her nephews and nieces, 

Un regalo di zia Emily per i suoi nipoti e nipoti


Moments and memories etched in glass over the course of years, strengthened in the glass master's kiln 

Siblings' hearts she blends and renews together

Humility and perspective that lessens all anxious care

She lifts and mends friends and shattered pieces



Emily is a bright day and warmth in December. 

Summery breath, seen in the cold of winter

Life-giver and future graces that will last,

Joy for changing seasons,

 “joy greets the soul with the smile of morning” * 

and a lifetime in view



Summer’s light in December,

Glimpse poetry by Joe Holuta


* Psalm 30:5 VOICE


About this Poem: Summer’s light in December is a poem about Emily Ann our daughter who was born on a wintry December day. Emily is fresh air when you need it most, a gift to us, her siblings, nieces and nephews. She believes, cares, and holds on with you to ignite hope when in a desert place. Emily is a life-giver and a human with loving qualities to which we all aspire. - Joe Holuta








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