cont'd...

Where had the year so quickly flown?
A thought echoed in a reflection of a glass ball.
The fragrance of pine, the shimmer of tinsel,
Small packages nicely wrapped, for giving once a year.

A Festive Season here again, time for celebration,
Broken promises renewed.
What promise for the future? An answer did not come.
In its place a quiet reality...

The toll of church bells in the still night air,
A chorus of voices breaking the silence,
Joy and Peace to all on earth, at least this once a year.
(Written - Christmas 1999).