December 12, 2013 #767
Dear Subscriber:
This week’s poem of the week is a Seasons Greetings poem.
You can hear me read the poem and listen to the music for it at my site by going to http://www.poemsforfree.com/week.html.
Yours,
Nick Gordon
Seasons sing in four-part harmony,
Ending with a coda full of light,
A hymn to joy upon a long, cold night,
Shining like a candle annually.
Of course, they don't sing simultaneously,
Nor can one without love hear them aright,
Singing through the blessings and the blight,
Glad tidings joined imaginatively.
Rejoice, then, as the angels do, in music,
Even in your silence full of song.
Every season has its canticle
That fits into the glory of the whole.
Infinity is yours, if you would choose it,
Nestled into moments short and long,
Grace embedded in each miracle
Singing to the senses of the soul.
© by Nicholas Gordon
Watch me recite the poem on YouTube at http://youtu.be/oxm_VMRmaVc.
Dear Subscriber:
This week’s poem of the week is a Seasons Greetings poem.
You can hear me read the poem and listen to the music for it at my site by going to http://www.poemsforfree.com/week.html.
Yours,
Nick Gordon
Seasons sing in four-part harmony,
Ending with a coda full of light,
A hymn to joy upon a long, cold night,
Shining like a candle annually.
Of course, they don't sing simultaneously,
Nor can one without love hear them aright,
Singing through the blessings and the blight,
Glad tidings joined imaginatively.
Rejoice, then, as the angels do, in music,
Even in your silence full of song.
Every season has its canticle
That fits into the glory of the whole.
Infinity is yours, if you would choose it,
Nestled into moments short and long,
Grace embedded in each miracle
Singing to the senses of the soul.
© by Nicholas Gordon
Watch me recite the poem on YouTube at http://youtu.be/oxm_VMRmaVc.
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