The times when goodwill, peace and love
are praised are rare indeed;
and rarer still those instances
when thought translates to deed.
So in such seasons where these things
are found, take heart, rejoice,
and with compassion, grace and honor
add your hands and voice.
It matters not whose holiday
was borrowed, changed or nicked;
but just that at this time of year,
the bubble has been pricked
that splits us up in separate lives
and robs us of the sense
that we are all part of the whole
lifeforce experience.
So wassail, carol, hymn and jig;
let yuletide spirit reign —
for sadly, it may be a year
before it comes again.
25 DEC 2004
