Christmas and the night
Is a beautiful and poignant
Time. With much heralding
We look forward to its light.
But can we keep it?

Shouldn’t we grasp the thing
As it roles around each year?
Aren’t we free to celebrate light
When ever wisdom is clear?

Christmas, however, is the
Birth of insight.
Its occurrence rare,
a stark contrast.
Like the dark ignited by Solar flares.

The world observes the Solstice
And its reflection in men,
While some few are more
Than mirrors and have always
Been.
Their names are left behind them
As the pole star in the sky,
Which points out the “Evergreen” way.
The by-product of their lives.