Dancing Flows From Your Fingers
Christmas days
swirl about,
wrapped in
carols,
gift-ing,
coloured lights,
santa’s,
card filling,
and wrap sessions.
Remember to touch
all these
and feel
the joy
that is a part of them.
Look well.
Be child-like:
dance with snow flakes,
sing along with white christmas while you shop,
spin in excitement at
multicoloured gifts
under pine branches,
smile with joy
at red lights
glowing in the park.
Let go
and experience wonder;
let your adult heart
be softened
so that
dancing flows
from your fingers
and joy
shines from you eyes
into the worlds spaces.
December 15th
On the 15th day of Christmas
I was still for a while;
like snow on a windless day,
like Shepherds watching their sheep,
like a father and mother watching their newborn baby.
December 14th
On the 14th day of Christmas
it must be obvious to you
that this series of poems,
while the idea may of come out of
that famous Christmas song
is not based on or
modeled after it
in terms of the number of days.
Yeah, you say
I did notice.
Rather what you have
are
musings,
wrapped in Christmas,
number by
December days.
December 13th
On the 13th day of Christmas
I traveled
to Montreal’s west island;
on this day,
the peace is wonderfully too much,
the slowness jarring.
Snow and
iced trees
line the way,
covered in sunlight;
the river, now to our right,
beautifully white and empty.
Hurriedness
is not here.
December 12th
On the twelfth day of Christmas
i thought about
how living alone
is a an existence
full of experiences
that lack
depth,
bright colour,
richness,
much joy,
great happiness.
One gift I desire O Lord,
one gift I long for,
a girlfriend to share my life with
a wife to share all with me.
In Your mercy and kindness,
in Your abundant goodness,
please help me to find her.
A Christmas gift longed for.
Feminine incarnation.
