Saturday, December 24, 2011

The Christmas Tree much like the one from my childhood
as I can make it, a tree of generations,
a grandfather tree, remembering England,
my WW2 dolls, the magic lore of lights,
my children, piglet, robots, spaceships,
my children's children, legos, life
outshining the dark solstice.

I can’t say the word ‘god’ and mean it,
not in a traditional way.  I believe
in the Unknown, the down-deep
Unknowable and this wondrous tree.

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