This is a lovely, short, just-right piece. I especially like the last lines:
And my hopes and fears are met/In this small singer holding onto my hand./Onward we go, faithfully, into the dark...
December
by Gary Johnson
A little girl is singing for the faithful to come ye
Joyful and triumphant, a song she loves,
And also the partridge in a pear tree
And the golden rings and the turtle doves.
In the dark streets, red lights and green and blue
Where the faithful live, some joyful, some troubled,
Enduring the cold and also the flu,
by Gary Johnson
A little girl is singing for the faithful to come ye
Joyful and triumphant, a song she loves,
And also the partridge in a pear tree
And the golden rings and the turtle doves.
In the dark streets, red lights and green and blue
Where the faithful live, some joyful, some troubled,
Enduring the cold and also the flu,
....
(Read the rest here.)
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Happy December! (How is it almost over already?)
2 comments:
I didn't realize that a poem ending with "Hark" was exactly what I wanted. Thanks, Karen, for hitting just the right note of hopes, fears, and hand holding. Merry Christmas! xo
Oh, that is a lovely one. Thank you, Tabatha!
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