Poem of the Week: Maybe There's No Magic to the Morning

Wednesday, December 20, 2017

December 21, 2017

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. This week’s theme is Christmas, which is celebrated on December 25.

Today’s poem is a Christmas poem about the child’s Christmas surviving in the adult.

I welcome comments on my poems at https://nicholasgordon.blogspot.com.

Yours,

Nick Gordon

Maybe there’s no magic to the morning.

Eventually, life’s a losing game.

Rituals go stale with little warning.

Revelation shrivels to a name.

Yet once each moment was a miracle.

Christmas touched the unsuspecting heart,

Home and Heaven equally empirical,

Reality a play of sense and art.

In everyone that child is still dreaming,

Still living in a world shaped by desire.

Truth is not the fruit of sense but meaning,

More varied than one’s reason might require.

As sunlight gleams according to one’s view,

So may the magic of this day touch you.

Hear or watch me recite this poem and listen to the music I chose for it at https://www.poemsforfree.com/mayb16.html. For more Christmas poems, go to https://www.poemsforfree.com/christmaspoems.html .

This week’s theme: Christmas

Wednesday, December 20, 2017