Wednesday 18 December 2013

…to be alone at Christmas time
to be away from bustle, children, noise,
…and to be gone…
… to be at one…
…just…
… in snow laden forests walk alone…

…and sometimes, but not every year
when time stands still
where for one moment
I am freed from
pain and all man’s ill…


… in the stillness then my heart does leap…
…remembering  childhood’s joyful reign…

…my soul rejoices …
…and…
 I am  a child again…

…and…

… I no longer weep…



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