Ponderable and poem for Saturday, December 26, 2009
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Alan Harris
Dec 26, 2009, 12:52:40 AM12/26/09
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We learn so much from some of our mistakes that we keep on repeating them.
Here at the Close of Christmas Day
Tonight the season
breathes easier again--
the ribbons are cut,
the paper's been ripped.
We silenced last night
with candles and song,
and today we enjoyed
the meal of the year,
allowing for Uncle Carl's jokes,
Cousin Peter's pomposity,
and righteous kitchen clatter
before the family feast began.
The season's reason?
I don't ask why,
nor does why
ask me--
I just roll with days
of way too much
and nights of less
than nothingness
like a child held safe
in the all-year arms
of Mother Everything,
whose love is all there is.
I used to fear, then fall
from these arms of love,
but where was there to fall
except Here?
If Here can be taken away,
we are doomed--but so far,
Here seems all there's ever been
and perhaps will ever be.
This living room now smells
of candle smoke and new perfumes
as Christmas magic leaks away
into midnight, we still we.
*******
breathes easier again--
the ribbons are cut,
the paper's been ripped.
We silenced last night
with candles and song,
and today we enjoyed
the meal of the year,
allowing for Uncle Carl's jokes,
Cousin Peter's pomposity,
and righteous kitchen clatter
before the family feast began.
The season's reason?
I don't ask why,
nor does why
ask me--
I just roll with days
of way too much
and nights of less
than nothingness
like a child held safe
in the all-year arms
of Mother Everything,
whose love is all there is.
I used to fear, then fall
from these arms of love,
but where was there to fall
except Here?
If Here can be taken away,
we are doomed--but so far,
Here seems all there's ever been
and perhaps will ever be.
This living room now smells
of candle smoke and new perfumes
as Christmas magic leaks away
into midnight, we still we.
*******
Alan Harris
You're invited to view two YouTube videos by Ine Braat based on my poems: "Mother's Secret," "Two Windows," and "Seeking until Found."
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