Wednesday, December 22, 2010


Banging, blaring blurs
    of bulbs and bells
Reindeer running rampant
     over grandma
Shouting stanzas of
     sleazy selling.
And now melodious harps
    turning twangy tunes!

 
I long for the muted misty
    Eve on the hillside
With a star signaling
    "How still we see thee lie."
Quiet contemplation and celebration
     of God's gift of grace,
Love, his only adornment.

 

 

 

 

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