[lit-ideas] Sunday Christmas Poem
- From: "Mike Geary" <atlas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- To: <lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- Date: Sun, 25 Dec 2005 03:36:33 -0600
CHRISTMAS #2005
Without end
men with ambitions send
men with guns
and the worst is done.
Dusk.
A misty fog makes
Christmas card halos
of street lights,
my friend and I sit on the balcony
talking trivialities,
sipping gift whiskey.
So fine this feeling of conviviality,
that you almost forget
people are being blown to bits
as you speak.
We are fatally flawed. I accept that.
But in between can be seen
the éclat of a heavenly visitation:
in bursts of compassion,
in beauty's shining,
in the hunger to hold another,
in the love that drives all blossoming,
Spring is coming,
and that is enough
to carry me forward
into the new year
-- well, that and lots of beer.
Merry Christmas to all
Mike Geary
Memphis
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