Thursday, December 22, 2011


December by Gary Johnson

A little girl is singing for the faithful to come ye
Joyful and triumphant, a song she loves,
And also the partridge in a pear tree
And the golden rings and the turtle doves.
In the dark streets, red lights and green and blue
Where the faithful live, some joyful, some troubled,
Enduring the cold and also the flu,
Taking the garbage out and keeping the sidewalk shoveled.
Not much triumph going on here—and yet
There is much we do not understand.
And my hopes and fears are met
In this small singer holding onto my hand.
           Onward we go, faithfully, into the dark
           And are there angels hovering overhead? Hark.

"December" by Gary Johnson. Used with permission of the poet.

1 comment:

Kathleen said...

Season's Greetings to you, Mary and your family,

I hope you had a joyous Christmas - your grandchildren are precious little 'dears' (loved the photo you shared on twitter). I'm sure they keep you very busy, happily busy, I might add.

This holiday season has certainly kept me 'hopping' - a lot of volunteer commitments + work + family priorities. I've enjoyed your latest postings on your site and your musings - would like to comment more as I always have something to say :) BTW, this poem is lovely!

I don't know what 2012 will bring - for the 1st time in my life, I am somewhat apprehensive. I know it is going to be more hectic and challenging than still hopeful I can ride the extra mile to get to where I need to go!

I wish you and yours all the best of happiness and good health in 2012. May your days be filled with the warmth and glow of love, memories and laughter, as you so graciously give us thru your site.

Take care and best regards always,