Activism and Peace Work

Why am I telling you this O Holy One?

We drag our feet towards eternity

Where We understand We will be free

We cannot hide who makes us happy

How divine is forgiving? We fear rejection

We suffocate in our imperfections

We beg to be released from the tortuous weight

Of our own burnt guilt

We mourn our fate

But sadness, well…..that lies in state

Disguised as freezing tenderness We wait

But the autumnal leaves fall so We celebrate

In a world gone mad…We pause…yes hold the hate

We take the time to make thanksgiving great

As We bow our heads and say a prayer

For We hope that you will join us here

We’ve grown accustomed to this place

Forgive us Father….We trust heaven can wait.

It is a miracle that I am ever ready for Christmas.

Although it is true that I have had 364 days

To prepare, I find myself as usual,

Checking my list,

Wishing for more time at my disposal

I spent it frivolously, obviously,

Because I feel unready for the gathering

of family and friends,

Presents not purchased, wrapped.

The faux turkey not baked, no snacks!

I suffer all the angst around me,

People drowning in their distress.

They have done the same.

Rushing to and fro, they seek a savior.

I recount 60 Christmas’s past in my favor.

How perfectly I remember them as

Ready or not, they warmed my heart.

Troubles faded in the aura of goodwill

And cries of “good enough!” filled the air

Peace, Peace, Peace on Earth, we were there.

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