[Each year, my holiday greeting card is a poem, which keeps me writing poetry at least once a year. so here is my season's greeting to you all....including, most certainly my new FB buddies]
Stained glass refracting churchlight rays and
the chorus singing like it knows it's sacred.
In the back seat, alone, an old lady cuddles
a doll she thinks is jesus.
When they sing silent night she mouths the words quietly
and tears fill her eyes.
Who is she?
She could be you, she could be me.
It is the holiest of evenings: she could even be god.
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