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
STOP! STOP! STOP! STOP! STOP!

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.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 28, 2008

Poem Edited: Friday, March 28, 2008


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