Is this day of joy to be
while standing ‘fore my Christmas tree
the holidays are filled with grief
for many more than my time’s brief
but they lend space to introspect
contemplate what’s to be set
and what’s to change despite one’s fret
take, step down
from merry-go-round
produce a little smile for me
malice gone from thy brow
only to return anow
but not for now, no not for now
a respite to be for all to see
God forbid its peace to stay
yea, longer than these few days of joy and peace
for man’s long plight
a clear and beautiful darkened night
the fire licks and warms and pleases
such simple pleasure
such soul’s comfort
lost in warmth a soothing boon
a short return, the eternal womb
set me on the smoothest water
and sail me out a little farther
‘fore the morning wind begins
Dec. 23, 2004