Day Before Christmas
Day before Christmas, rain
Falls, streets slicked, no ice yet,
And the music does not stop.
Cold day, sluggish too, even so
The music still plays.
Soon, gifts are given,
Exchanged, and then
It will be time to begin again.
Those who walk, those who breathe
Give thanks, even to God, that
They can start over, fresh.
Yet, we do the same things
All over again, until we cannot
Do it anymore. The music, however,
Will not stop playing until
The final one drops.
Fear Runs
Fear runs on all fours, sweats in the cool breeze, dashes hope with open palms.
We are not at a good pace, falling behind in the forest of pines. It’s no use, we say.
We cannot go on like this; the others run so much faster and their legs are strong.
They are being chased by fear, but their feet are swift and they are at peace with speed.
We, on the other hand, must quit the race and rest along the way. Soon it will be time to lay our dreams aside.
Our time has come and gone. Let us brush aside our pride and embrace the everlasting calm.
February 27, 2009
