To all you bloggy people (especially a certain individual whose name I won't mention, but whose initials are KIMBERLY MASON):
I really can't explain all that's going on with me right now...can hardly type this...but a most difficult year is about to close, and I wanted to mark its passing. It is ending as it began, with unexpected turmoil, heartache, and uncertainty. And yet it was the year I met so many of you! I really don't have it in me to write more at the moment, and so I give you the Christmas poem I authored last year as a tribute to you all, my readers, my friends, my angels unaware.
“The Angel Gabriel from heaven came”
‘Tis the season of angels bright, watching, waiting
Sitting, soaring, causing quite an uproar
On a clear, cold night in ancient Bethlehem!
How they glitter now from treetops, windows, doors,
Front yards and porches, some plain, some gorgeous
All gold and white and all too often blue-eyed blonde.
Yet as we travel on our daily paths to work or town
Or just around the neighborhood, how can we know
That angels, good and true, watch over you and me?
I dare not speculate, for fear of mocking God on high.
Still, I must ask why, if angels are among us,
Do these ill fates befall our loved ones, dear?
It is clear to me: for once, I do not have an answer,
But perchance a revelation, if I may be so bold.
As we live out lives oft racked with pain and sorrow
Where tomorrow is no certain thing, perhaps an angel
Unaware is the one who comforts us and in so doing
Brings good tidings of great joy…perhaps that angel
I now seek, and sometimes pause to listen for
Is at my door, in full view, and looks a lot like you?
“Gloria!”
Wishing all of you a most fulfilling new year!
12 comments:
Very mysterious, CL, but I hope all is well.
Lovely poem and I do wish you and your wonderful wife all the best for the New Year.
Kat
Thanks, Kat! Just emotionally wrung out and physically drained. I just don't have any energy at present. Maybe I'll write all about it once I've recouped some.
Dear C.L.,
I can guess it has to do with
family,
distance diminishing good works, professional work,
a long drive in snow,
a good conscience,
ideals vs. realities,
a lack of good sleep.
In the meantime, "we travel on our daily paths to work or town/or just around the neighborhood/how can we know"
The very best miracles to you and yours, and
Happy New Year, soon enough.
Ann T.
I've had several encounters with angels in my life, of course I can't prove they were angels, but nevertheless, they were, sent to help when I was in desperate need. It sounds crazy, but each of them had crystal clear blue eyes.
Blessings and peace to you, my friend. May you encounter angels unaware.
Thank you, Ann T.! Yes, your list sounds about right :-)
Thank you, Tess! Was Paul Newman one of them? Just sayin'... I am so happy for you, re: your chapbook!
I'll be thinking positive thoughts for you. We had our difficult year in 2009. While far from healed, we definitely embraced 2010 as a better year to come. It was true for us and I hope 2011 will be true for you. Gloria indeed!
Happy New Year full of blessings.....
You and The Bug are two of the many blessings I count along this blogging journey. I pray that your spirit can be refreshed and that peace will descend upon you so that you have a sense of well being and the clarity you need to make 2011 all you want it to be. Love and hugs are being sent your way...
My prescription: more sheep! and maybe more sleep. I'm amazed that when I let myself sleep as long as my body needs it can make quite a difference. Let me also say, however, that this aging thing sucks.
May you have a most blessed year, friend.
I hope your emotional and physical batteries get recharged in 2011.
"Me too" "Amen" and "Thanks for being there and allowing me to be there for you"
That's all I've got to say about that.
:)
Sometimes words come hardest when perhaps they don't need to come at all, eh?!
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