Handsome rows of homes were well lit
until recently,
Christmas Day.
Red, blues, and greens flashing and sparkling
commercial glee and secular fantasy,
a few lone Nativity scenes. No sooner than
the Day
had past so too these lights have been swallowed
up, so soon it seems.
Oh but those scandalous few who
dare to shine on, plugging in anyway,
you know they’re likely to greet you
“Merry Christmas”
a week past the Epiphany,
and all through the “Christmas Weekdays”
that govern their calendars;
international feast days; to dine
and binge right up to the day of
the “Baptism of the Lord.”
Those non-imposing gentle lights;
proposing, softly shining luminaries
now well into the worldly workplaces
and well past the day before the first day of
Ordinary Time.
-Gary Edward Geraci
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This was beautiful 🙂
Thank you psychofemale!
You are very welcome! 😀
A fine write Gary. Yes, 'ordinary' time now, aptly named. Yet the star-light shone at the Epiphany for the wise men/Magi.
Are we wise men/women?! heehee.
Wise enough to say “I know nothing” (the first rule of philosophy I think?). Thank you Orchidee.
Thanks Gary. This caused me to lapse into the Tom Jones song: 'I, I who have nothing'. lol. I had huge book on philosophy. I gave up on reading it.
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