Fah-who For-aze

Welcome Christmas, come this way…

Christmas, oh Christmas.

A cold and desolate season welcomes you
to bring light, cheer, warmth and hope.

The Christmas-season is a belief,
more than it is a holiday.
More than the celebration of the messiah,
or the de facto creation of a religion.

Christmas is the embodiment of all love,
and charity becoming manifest.
That the most can provide for the least
to express nothing more than care.

There can be giving without gain,
Hope without loss,
Peace without harm,
And love without the expectation of reward.

When the Christians appropriated the
customs around the Winter Solstice,
they honored the themes of light;
of fire, charity and feasting.

Bringing about the new days,
each with longer hours of sun.
“The old has passed away.
Behold, the new has come!”

So Christmas, today and all days,
Fill us with the passion to remember love.
To remember charity,
and to provide for those less fortunate.

It isn’t in celebrating a day,
the 25th of December,
but celebrating the season
throughout the whole year that is Christmas.


Poetry’s resurgence

I just finished writing about a life post-poetry, and was in Target browsing the meager book section. A book section with some shelf space devoted to books of poetry. Poetry! (Also, the Spanish language Cat in the Hat, which I very nearly purchased because… why not?)

Given my meager Spanish, I doubt I could even understand it…

So, poetry. At Target. And thus I’m reminded of the growing poetry sections at Barnes & Noble. That poetry is still relevant has never been in question. But that poetry is seeing new consumption, that is the wonderful element to the story.