Aching steps,
An old man’s shuffle,
A task done
An ancient shop that
Few enter:
A most lucky few —
A magic
Created from love,
And through pain,
A holiday hope
That beauty
Can make life better
Tag: Holidays
Appease On Earth
I know that it’s supposed to be
a time to tell the hopeful truth,
and share our love with those who are
around. But some don’t care for hope,
and give up truth to win at
Lord-knows-what.
So all the stockings are hung crooked
We have the power and the sight;
and with humility, we might
share hopeful truth with everyone
who breathes. But such is not our way:
we want to win, and decorate
our world with trophies of it.
So all the stockings are hung crooked
So parties pack their many pews
with those who will embrace their views
of what this world should be and
what it is. And truth’s left beggaring,
to wander out into the snow
and go wherever it might go,
to find some lonely artist, priest,
or mom to let it in –
Yes, all the stockings are hung crooked
To share is human:
The Clamor and The Crowd
The noise and stretch of holidays,
The clamor and the crowd –
The many and the much that’s done,
That’s busy, full, and loud —
These have their place among our joys;
But yet, I’ve learned by stealth
That sometimes what I really need’s
A moment to
Myself
To share is human:
Gift Hunters
It’s not commercial, it’s a thing of love;
To search and search for hours upon end
To show a family member, or a friend
That they are worth each hour that you spend
For all we often have to give is time
And let us use the time we have to live
To search for ways the show the ones we love
What motivates our shared desire
To give
