Comfort and Joy
Today's entry is from my gay-interest poetry blog for December 2010.
Hopefully, readers will always find time and space enough within themselves to get in touch with their own deeper feelings. Christmas is no different. Love has the capacity for rising above the worst life and nature may feel inclined to throw at it, including winter.
Yes, here I go again. The message of Christmas - as of all the religious festivals - is one of peace and love. (Supposedly to everyone, yet many religious people exclude LGBT men and women, although more often than not, that has more to do with the person than the religion to which they subscribe.)
Long, long live love…
Long, long live peace, too, wherever it is given even half a chance.
As for peace of mind, we can but try for it, and once we find, be sure to share it if only to take comfort and joy from watching the ripples spread...
COMFORT AND JOY
Christmas bells ringing,
choir voices singing,
snow falling like manna
from heaven for kids
and snowmen while I gazed
from a window,
nose against the pane,
never felt so alone
Suddenly, I saw you there,
sunshine in the hair,
so near, and yet so far…
a dear, familiar grin
daring me rejoin the pleasures
of togetherness
and share in festivity
than bare self-pity
Loneliness ebbing away,
I ran to play
that wonderful Christmas Day;
you threw snowballs,
missed, and we kissed…
your lips so sweet
and warm, grey-blue eyes
forgiving me for living
Where snow piles your grave,
that Christmas night,
we made love while bells
rejoiced us and angels
chorused all the pleasures
of togetherness
that share in festivity,
defy self-pity
Not once a year but every day,
love finds a way...
[From: First Person Plural by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2002]
Labels: Christmas, culture, ghosts, human nature, identity, LGBT, life, love, mind-body-spirit, nature, poetry, positive, relationships, religion, remembrance, sexuality, spirituality, thinking
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