2016’s failures and wastage
Will be quite a thing of the past
Each battle fought, or vict’ry won,
Will soon be like the setting sun.
Or like water beneath the bridge
Dead, and stagnant, and still.
For all these things we leave behind
Traveling towards higher ground.
The New Year, its failures or success,
The old year can never access.

The sky
That gives us light
By day
Also gives us dark
By night'
Yet, we marvel
For both sights.
A mysterious
Delight.

Light is
Enabling. The
Womb of light is the dawn.
God is the source from whom all things
Spring forth.

On the one hand,
Pain breaks the heart—
Ripping it apart.  
And yet, on the other,
It warns… something wrong.
Pain is a lifesaving sign.
’

Christmas
Is a brick in
The foundation of my
'Life experiences'—ingrained
Therein.

‘Tis a gilded history
Of such grand festivity

Garland, tinsel, tree, light,
And the holy hymns of might.

Sounding of the lyrical,
And a time for miracles.

Resounding nostalgia
And crowning regalia.

Island, land and isthmus
Celebrating Christmas.

Before
I knew, I had
Fallen asleep--mutely
Drifting off into a peaceful
Dream state.