We, At This Time
A virginal shroud settles upon our abodes.
Fairy lights flicker in the long night.
Inside, all manner of songs and odes
are offered to acclaim our rite.
Those of us not overtly religious
indulge themselves out of tradition.
Those of us not openly pious
offer tacit prayers without petition.
But all desire to feel the joy
that shines forth from every child's eyes.
An augury, in innocence's employ,
that lifts the soul amongst the winter skies.
Though we partake in the gathered feast,
and survive the night imbibing wine,
we recognise, when all has ceased,
that part of man inherently divine.
©Andrew James Murray
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Beautiful!!!!!!!
Happy holidays!
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Thanks, Linda. Merry Christmas to you.
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“But all desire to feel the joy
that shines forth from every child’s eyes.
An augury, in innocence’s employ,
that lifts the soul amongst the winter skies.”
Lovely.
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Thank you, Laura. I know things have been difficult lately, so for this season I wish you peace.
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Lovely!
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Thank you 🙂
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Perfect! So human!
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Thank you Michael 🙂
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