Christmas Tears
Christmas is a time of tears, A joyful melancholy, A dazzling of midnight dawn A glint of darkest glory. The ribbons are of crimson hue, And tinsel, silver-strung Wrapped round the stumbling Christ, With poinsettias…
Tag: Death
A Death in Fantasyland: A Meditation on Mortality
My heart was racing as I made my way down the stairs. I knew I had to call the ambulance. In the muddled haze of thoughts, I made my way into the dining room. I…
The Soul is Stronger than Death: A Meditation on Love and Eternity
In sterile scientific terms, we all understand the nature of death. It is, by definition, the shutting down of the biological functions of the body, rendering it lifeless and susceptible to corruption and…
The Stag Who Lived Forever
It was a matter of great importance, and the morning wind that carries the mist and the butterflies carried the news in a kind of dance, like the laugh of the first baby, when it…
Meditation on the Longing for Death
Each night I sleep, my body to restore,Yet morning rise, as weary as before.The day renewed, such newness life has not:Each day is with the same despondence fraught. Down on my knees I pray my…
December Morning Message: A Sestina with an Extra Verse
The sheet metal sky is thin and cold overhead. Like propaganda released from planes, endless leaflets of brittle lace Drop slowly down around me. They weave something like silence. I once had a soul that…