It is 3:00 a.m.

My hands cupped

Snuggly around my

Coffee cup.

The flicker of the fire

Reflects my feelings

As if it is catching

Pain with every spark.

The rhythm of my heart

Beats just enough to get

My attention that I am real.

I miss people who have passed,

the little furry friend I have lost

and Grandma’s home.

I cannot rewind time,

Or reset the clock of yesterday

Or recreate people who cause pain.

Sitting here this morning in

Solitude and still darkness

I am reminded of the truth.

I am present in the early morning,

I am grateful for found peace,

I look to the heavens always.

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Crystal clings, toast to things,

Remembered from the year.

Wine pours red, nod our head,

To loved ones we hold dear.

A kiss held softly and

Tight embrace, I love you.

The moments of kindness,

Auld lang syne, old and new.

Brace the wise man, who lifts

His staff among stars of time.

We pray to mystery of

Life, singing old lang syne.

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a barn they said

Frigid cold night

A trough straw bed

Cattle in sight

A story told

Who may believe

Baby behold

Infinity

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A winter Moon

Upon the crest

Shines a light

The season’s best

Of cold and ice

Is set to be

Expectancy

of winter’s eve .

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I lost a long time friend last night. I woke this morning to the news. So this afternoon I went to a movie as a day out and distraction. The name of the movie was ” Mule” with Clint Eastwood, there were 2 take-away sentences. One was ” how old would you be if you did not know the year you were born?” The other, ” you cannot buy time”

3rd Sunday of Advent

6.37 miles run