From the Atom Bomb to Christmas-time

Another one written while listening to music. More images I've had in my brain for some time.

Souls that seep across and into earth
And a bright warmness that rises over the sea
Have hope
There are swaddling clothes waiting for you just after the end
Can you feel drum-beats lifting?
Yes, they are there and I am there
Let us walk
Over rocks and wheat and catacombs
Over water like small bells
Over the lingering fires and whatever's left
To home.

Author's Note

Lord of the Rings soundtrack FTW.

Reviews

[Truman S. Booth]

I love the allusion to "swaddling clothes." Not sure why that stood out.
I like this poem a lot. Not sure what the images in your head were, but when I read this I see an annihilated wasteland that was nuked right before Christmas, and snow is falling gently on the charred remains of a city, and the spirits of the innocent dead, making their way to heaven to see the babe born in Bethlehem, continue to emanate the Christmas spirit.

I dunno, that's just what I see. But the beauty of poetry is that it creates different, beautiful images in every reader's mind. Brilliant poem. One of my favorites.

[Champagne]

Nice use of 'warmness' instead of the more common 'warmth', gives more feeling.
"Let us walk
Over rocks and wheat and catacombs
Over water like small bells"
Powerful imagery. How will it sound if you dropped the 'To' in the last line?