Poem: Solstice
Jan. 1st, 2018 02:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
vcmwThis is a poem straight from my juvenilia - senior year of high school, when I was 16.
It's been on my mind this season, because things have been cold in all the metaphorical ways, and so many people are being so kind in amongst the darkness.
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Sometimes the winter is too cold.
The many dying and the hungry children,
The cold and the heartless of the season
Grind into angels' minds a thought of Christ
And a thought of Spring. Both thoughts
Serve only to make them cold and small
On these lonely Christmas mornings
When the snow has fallen so brightly.
It is then the duty of the living,
Mortal and imperfect, to catch our breath
And make a little divine light in our lives
To warm the angels.
It's been on my mind this season, because things have been cold in all the metaphorical ways, and so many people are being so kind in amongst the darkness.
***
Sometimes the winter is too cold.
The many dying and the hungry children,
The cold and the heartless of the season
Grind into angels' minds a thought of Christ
And a thought of Spring. Both thoughts
Serve only to make them cold and small
On these lonely Christmas mornings
When the snow has fallen so brightly.
It is then the duty of the living,
Mortal and imperfect, to catch our breath
And make a little divine light in our lives
To warm the angels.
