Very soon I'll hear the victims'
screams, Even in the midst of my content, The end
not quite enough to quell the means, Each nightmare not
exactly what I meant. Recruited in a time of peace, I
went Abroad to serve more adolescent dreams, Not
unaware, of course, I might be sent Someday to where the
widow wails and keens. Dumb ignorance! For now I must
repent Aberrations no regret redeems, Yet hounding
me like dogs on mayhem bent.
HOW LOVELY 'TIS TO
TAKE THIS TIME
How lovely 'tis to take this
time To greet our dearest friends, To wish them
health and happiness Before the old year
ends.
Darkness comes late afternoon And
winter lies ahead, But friendship is a glowing fire When
all seems cold and dead.
Just as in some vacant
barn, Unnoticed in the night, The whole of human
history turns, So we, too, make things right.
We
must keep alive the flame Though darkness grip the
Earth; For in the love we find in friends Is our
chance for rebirth.
I WANT TO MAKE YOUR HEART BEAT
JUST FOR ME
I want to make your heart beat just
for me. I want a true love in my lonely life. I've
looked a long time, dated many men, But none I walked with
walked in step with me.
We walk together well, the
best of friends. Somehow we just fit, as if clean cut To
go together, zigzags complementary. But now I would be
something more than friends.
I know I take a
chance to mention love. I've no idea what feeling's in your
heart. But if you'd catch a burning, plunging star, I
know I'd make you happy for your love.
CHANUKAH
ITSELF'S THE MIRACLE
Chanukah itself's the
miracle: How could we remember all those years, Aliens
lost upon a shoreless sea, Not only scattered--battered,
shattered, tattered, Unwelcome guests of hosts
unmerciful, Knowing well the wellsprings of our tears, A
life devoured by identity Holding on to legacies that
mattered?
HAIL TO THE SEASON OF
REMEMBRANCE
Hail to the season of
remembrance! A time of time both prized and put
away. Praised be ritual and honest semblance, Put
on like clothes to keep the cold at bay. Years of love need
regular attention, Hearing but an intermittent song. On
holidays we gather for retention, Lest time sever ties we
would prolong. In celebration, then, of life and
love, Destiny and hope and hapless mirth, All ought
let the season in them move, Yet dancing to the limits of
rebirth, Sustained by what we know dear friends are
worth.
SUPPOSE THERE WERE NO SPECIAL TIMES FOR
GREETINGS
Suppose there were no special times for
greetings, Each day equally a holy day. All things
are holy just because of being Shards of Being, lightning
wrapped in clay. One might then be merry all the
time, Needing no occasion for good cheer, Seeing in
each moment the sublime, God born in every child throughout
the year. Reasoning thus, one need not leave bereft Each
everyday not specialized for joy. Eden is a place we never
left, Though smoke and smog our view of it destroy. In
paradise all time is time for glory, Nor do the angels
choose one sacred story. God is in all things with grace to
be, Shining in all seasons equally.
THANKSGIVING
IS A TIME FOR GIVING THANKS
Thanksgiving is a time
for giving thanks; However, the reception's not so
clear. As we pass the drumsticks or the shanks, No
Maker holds such severed flesh less dear. Kindness is a
requisite for grace; So must we be to all that suffer
pain. Gratitude seems slightly out of place In
places where compassion is less plain. Very few this day
will give much thought In passing to the creatures that they
eat. Nor will we feel the empathy we ought, Given
that we are ourselves but meat.
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