This year's greeting, when I was feeling pretty discouraged about the state of things, especially political.
We are at the Solstice:
Willful human darkness,
dried up dusty old ideas,
murky greed and fear
retreat
as light spreads,
freshness stirs
and cracks through to the sun.
Last night I heard a boy's clear voice singing
"O Come, O Come Emmanuel"
and hope came back to me.
He expects another chance,
he has the energy,
the world is his.
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