The 60-Second Sabbath

At Year's End (for the 7th Day of Christmas)

You were a pious SOB,
    then God smacked you a good one
        and turned you into a poet.

You were a self-righteous "man of God,"
    then God lifted you from that gutter
        and changed you into a mystic.

You were obnoxious, "spiritual" ego,
    then God fed you into the holy woodchipper,
        and out you emerged, humble and authentic.

Oh, who am I kidding;
    this poem is about me,
        or, at least, I pray it  will be.

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Snow

Let it snow,
    let it snow,
        let it snow!

No, seriously; I mean it:
    LET IT SNOW!
        And soon.

Real soon, if you please.
    Green (brown?) Christmases
        are just wrong.

Be it wrong,
    be it wrong,
        be it wrong!

With what power-that-be
    do I speak about this?
        Santa? Mother Nature? God?

I don't care,
    as long as it snows tomorrow.
        Are you all listening?

Oh, wait--
    it IS going to snow tomorrow!
        Hurrah!

And...um...thanks.

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A Christmas Blessing

This Christmas,
    may you know:

    oneness and wonder,
        joy and justice,
            hope and humility,
    love and laughter,
        compassion and companionship,
            silence and solitude,
    God and gratitude.

Amen.

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