Yes. I will go within. Where my best self lives where
my haven of affirmation lies nestled among lush waters and
breezy palm trees that sag with abundance from date-filled
sweetness. High above the grandness of canyons and
shadows of red rock mountain vistas where evening
nights wrap my worries in warm pashminas and
luscious tea that glistens in the backdrop of
dazzling desert colors.
Christmas and the holiday season is traditionally seen as a time of “peace on earth…goodwill…” Can we truly imagine a season right now where there is peace in all our lands, peace in all our streets, peace in all our hearts? Look around our world: there is war in Ukraine, war in the Middle East, war in the African fields of Sudan, Nigeria, the Congo and yes, unrest in the streets of many American cities. Yet, let us imagine a world of peace for our children who will inherit this land when we are gone.
Imagine a world guided by a finely handled nib etching calligraphic splendor on the tablets of hearts transforming uncertainties pain unwanted debris into clarity healing cleansing, like an unerring balm soothing our homes our land our minds cleansing our lens through which we see humanity.
Let it come, let it heal.
This year brought joyful changes
disguised in many ways
who would’ve thought I’d be at home
to spend free time and days
Retirement finally came for me
I certainly can’t complain
’cause working hard some years in life
can be a doggone shame
No clocks, no waking up at dawn
my schedule is open wide
can read a book or take a cruise
making memories filled with pride
If nothing but an hour
I take time to be still
enjoying precious moments
gives me the greatest thrill
I celebrate time with family
have lunch dates with a friend
I savor life and all its bliss
for it’s fleeting like the wind.
Have a Merry Christmas
Like a stunning shawl wrapped around me
gratitude warms my heart with sweet chats,
luscious meals and quiet meditations. Yes,
thanksgiving enthralls me like golden skies,
coral shadows, raspberry colored hedges
that seduce the air like banners of afternoon poetry.
Scattered here
scattered there
all around the ground
fallin’ amidst our days
restless senseless nights
life’s leaves are a fallin’
down down down
reddish as city violence
green like corporate corruption
down down down
brown as Uvalde pain
orange as prison jumpsuits
tragic as Camp Mystic rain
down down down
life’s leaves are a fallin’
we never know the turns they take
when circumstances come a callin’
Glendal Wallace --Poet 