For now, here is a new poem that's kinda Christmas, kinda lots of other things too. Enjoy! And if I don't end up getting anything more written beyond this poem, I hope you all have a wonderful Christmas.
Photo credit: Alice Wycklendt
What Love Are We Born Craving
What love are we born craving
knowing neither face or name?-
like a manger the babe whose birth
would bring its meager stable fame.
What love once walked beside us
and so highly prized the bond
that, when we fled, its gloried place
for us it did abscond?
What love unshawled all Heaven
just to hold our hand again?
What love clutched Mary's finger
from the throne room of a pen?
What love unspun its cherubs
over Bethlehem that night?
What love bade angels bathe those fields
in Paradise's light?
What love became the damned's embrace
of hand to transfixed hand?
What love had won this heart and mind
ere either'd understand?