Christmas Poem 2017. Because writing a poem for you every year has become a tradition here at “Deeper Perception Made Practical.” This year it’s a Hanukkah poem, too:
This Christmas, Let A New Sweetness Begin
Call in more than the lovely old Christmasey sweetness:
White Christmas, bright Christmas. Im under mistletoe — give me your kiss.
After a tough year, we wait so eagerly.
When will it be given? Our must-have. That usual, wonderful, peace.
Blog-Buddies, usually I wouldn’t do this to you regular readers. But today I came across a Christmas poem from ages ago, before I started blogging. This one was written about a zillion years ago, a.k.a. 2004.
Yet I’m going to make it live here, yes a second poem from me this year. (Still awaiting ones from the rest of you. And thanks for private emails appreciating my official Christmas Poem for this year, already posted.)
Around here, as with you perhaps, it’s a decorating, card-sending, winter-without-snow wonderland. Mostly I’m doing a lot of planning, dreaming, and hoping about the new year.
Here’s a recorded version of the poem, and of course you can always read it below.
When Will It Be…
Surprisingly it began at the mall.
A routine errand stopped when that sound came out of nowhere.
Alright, it came out of the sound system that usually plays dopey shoppers music
only this time we were given The Christmas Song.
You know, that song of the holiday season, the song called
The Wonderful Counselor
As holiday sparkles swirl in the air, the joy of the season finds me.
For once, I dont have to… do.
All that I need do… is to be.
Christmas joy is seeking me. It was all along.
In the game of hide and seek with God,
how comical! I was playing it inside out
because I was the one who hid.
Blog-Buddies, every year I create a holiday poem. Here’s the one for 2010. Consider it my Christmas card to you! And please do share your own seasonal poems as comments below.
At the Messiah Sing-Along
Don’t you make me just stand in the audience.
No, I must go spinning down, turning in and around.
Into singers I’ll jump, into words, into sound.
I’m much more than I look
spinning down, turning around.
It can be hard to give when there is fear.
The media that connect us blast it out.
If Santa felt it, how his sleigh would screech!
You need not be an elf to hear the doubt.
Incessant worries: “Will there be enough
tomorrow? How about months after that?”
Well, let’s remember fear is optional.
The world we live on curves. It isn’t flat.
Sunrises come with regularity