every person’s
heart on Earth burns the spark of
luminous goodness
The dark shadow of space leans over us. . . . .
We are mindful that the darkness of greed, exploitation, and hatred
also lengthens its shadow over our small planet Earth.
As our ancestors feared death and evil and all the dark powers of winter,
we fear that the darkness of war, discrimination, and selfishness
may doom us and our planet to an eternal winter.
May we find hope in the lights we have kindled on this sacred night,
hope in one another and in all who form the web-work of peace and justice
that spans the world.
In the heart of every person on this Earth
burns the spark of luminous goodness;
in no heart is there total darkness.
May we who have celebrated this winter solstice,
by our lives and service, by our prayers and love,
call forth from one another the light and the love
that is hidden in every heart.
A Winter Solstice Prayer by Edward Hayes
I feel bad as I took the photograph of the sun on the water at the right place at the right time and I needed the google to find an appropriate poem.
So I hammered the two things together.
I am not sure who Edward Hayes is?
Maybe he has a blog and writes poems all day and publishes them to world to be read … or not.
I can see it happening.
This line isn’t bad.
May we find hope in the lights we have kindled on this sacred night,
hope in one another
and in all who form the web-work of peace and justice
that spans the world.
As I work in web work I kind of like it.
Not bad.
Ever see the movie Reuben, Reuben?
I watched as Julius Epstein gave an interview once and said it was his favorite movie of his.
Mr. Epstein and his brother Mr. Epstein are two of the people credited with the achievement otherwise known as the screen play for the movie, Casablanca.
There was also the feller who wrote the book, “Everybody Comes to Ricks“.
Aside from that one line from the title, nothing else has anything to do with the movie.
The Epstein Brothers worked with a feller named Howard Koch who apparently was never in the same room with the Epstein Brothers.
Then there was the producer, Hal Wallis.
And the Director, Michael “Next time I send a son-of-a-bitch, I go myself’ Curitz.
I think all of them claim to have come up with the line, “Louie this looks the beginning of a …”
But I digress.
In Rueben, Rueben a down and out Irish poet, full of despair, (all his teeth have been damaged by a Dentist whose wife he compromised) is about to hang himself when he recites of bit of verse and realizes he still has poems yet to write.
Then a dog bursts into the room and jumps up on the poet, knocking him off the ladder he was standing on and, well, you can work out the rest.
What kind of Christmas Haiku is this?
That’s the problem I guess when writing at work in a few stolen moments with the sun shinning outside and me not outside even though its a freezing 50 degrees out there.
Right, the poem.
The poem wasn’t bad.
Free association is free but what of association?
Thank goodness that was the shortest day of the year.
No Haiku For You 