To Speak the Unspeakable Hope
With apologies to the author of "Man of La Mancha." In about 30 more hours, here, it will be time for Midnight Mass and the Miracle of Speaking Beasts.
I would bid all of us a break from war and terror, famine and fear, disillusion and cynicism, at least for that little while.
May your 2008 be filled with the Force, and the Flying Spaghetti Monster's Noodly Appendage rest lightly and benevelolently on you all.
Winter solstice three nights past here:
Magic night's fall breaks our year
Gather all our dreams so near
Hand in hand release our fear
Bespeak our dearest wish tonight
A world with grace and peace alight
No driven drumbeat's terror fright
Our riven hearts anew to slight
We lift our hopes on hearts and voice
We raise our dreams on love and choice
We seek our answer mid the noise
And know the truth is not in toys.