Sunday, December 21

December Shouting


December's door is closing on its ancient hinges,
Dragging a host of rusty memories with it.
Another landmark in life's field will soon be out of sight,
Replaced with coming months and years.

December calls.
The end announces the beginning.
Emmanuel. God with us.
It sings above the noise of shiny lights and worshiped stuff.
It shouts while we cup our ears and shout back, "To hell with heaven!"

December smiles and some of us smile back.

No comments:

Post a Comment