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.
© by Nicholas Gordon
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
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This week’s theme: Christmas
December 18: Come to Christmas with Clean Hands and Heart
December 19: Myths Are Our Immortal Mentors
December 20: Everyone Loves Christmas
December 21: Maybe There’s No Magic in the Morning