Bill Grace

Meditation Before A Fluorescing Angel - Poem by Bill Grace

The tree is up
The work is done
I wish I could say
It's all ben fun.

Beautiful toys on generous display
Drink with a friend of old comrade structure
Winter solstice of the pagan year

As Jesus came and trod upon this sod
And if its true that he was God
Then all this abounding kitch is not cool
We need to return to school
To learn lessons of an even more quiet sort
Listen to the clock strike its hour and
To pray for all who are its victims
This sheen of visiting pagan peace
Solstice of an ancient faith
Takes us from this child's much deeper truth.

Listen to this poem:

Comments about Meditation Before A Fluorescing Angel by Bill Grace

There is no comment submitted by members..

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Poem Submitted: Friday, March 28, 2008

Poem Edited: Friday, March 28, 2008

[Report Error]