New Year
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”
1st Sunday of Advent
A wakeful glimpse
Into darkness that helps us
See past into the light
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Little Time
we will both grow old,
our youth wasted in time
rusted planks of life
jutting out
feeling the days gone past
looking for a sign
we will understand how
little time we tout
until now, we look and see
our hands and body weathered
I will smile and feel the
glow of our youth
even though the shifts
are tethered
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All Souls
An autumn morning with
crisp awareness of summer past.
Brings to memory how
the saints soon hover and last.
Orange pumpkins lay to rot
Along the porch and drive.
While chapel bells ring
calling ‘All Souls’, who still survive.
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