Friday, December 14, 2007

Poem

Another old poem

Pause
Christmas 2003

Whirling round and round and round and round
Toward the morning of the tree and the gifts
Our heads are pounding and pounding and pounding
Trying to get everything done perfectly

We must pause for a moment somewhere this week
And think of that child being born inside our hearts
That child that knows no social discriminations
That child that connects us with the world

We must pause for a moment somewhere this week
And love ourselves like a little child loves his parents
Think of ourselves as our own hero
Think of ourselves as wonderful

Alleluia!
Alleluia!
Alleluia!