The snow falls with a
supernatural slowness
over the village.
The old cobbled streets are cold
& crisp & silent.
News reports highlight foreign
wars, but here at least
there is a sense of stillness at
the edge of madness.
The West may point its bony
fingers at the East,
but vain imperial schemes
are now the stuff of
yesteryear. Yet, lies still breed
all kinds of monsters.
Primed narratives of airbrushed
propaganda pour
out of our screens, yet many
don\'t seem to notice.
Look where the bombs fall; ancient
towns turn to rubble.
Blizzards seem to numb the mind
We need to forget
current troubles for a while,
at least, or go mad.
Soon a white world will emerge
to silence the noise
of rampant Modernity,
which pollutes life\'s
pure pools immeasurably.
We can then reflect;
reconsider our options.
in dream- like time: where
brittle boundaries dissolve.
As we warm our hands
by log fires, we all huddle
together and pray,
that Love can prosper again;
without distractions.
Notice the tender beauty
of a holly wreath
surrounded by contrasting
white crystals of ice.
Chiming church bells appear to
suggest that life still
has purpose on earth, despite
secular discourse,
which often sows seeds of doubt.
We cling to rituals
as they provide prized structures
and patterns in a
rootless age that is frightened
of its own shadow.
Streaming visions seep through cracks
in contrived designs.
We must keep moving forward
despite miasmal
mists of our \'out of joint\' Time;
for they are fleeting.
We must keep playing soothing songs
that ease winter\'s gloom.
We must keep lighting candles,
in homes and chapels.
We need world peace this New Year.