Eleanor Zuercher
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The first, best, Christmas present
Was simply presence.
That moment of birth contained
Also death,
...
On Friday they buried with Him
A life which hides in death,
A joy which sinks in sorrow,
A power enmeshed in weakness,
...
Our craving for light and certainty is such
That homes and streets and cities are submerged
In such a flood of light, that darkness is hard
To find, and urban glow, afflicts the night
...
In the black obsidian surface
I see defined and reflected the hidden
Facets of my character, starkly etched
Into the accusatory glass,
...
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Christmas Present
The first, best, Christmas present
Was simply presence.
That moment of birth contained
Also death,
And anticipated something
More than death.
That present was not subject to time.
Instead of becoming
Past, then forgotten, discarded and lost,
It fell transcendent,
Into all sequential time,
Like a drop
Of iridescent dye in water.
That focused presence
Still irradiates our present.
So the last best
Gift we can present is simply
To be.
Now.
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