[stylist] Poem - "Christmas Card" - Second Draft

[William L Houts]

Hey Wits and Poets:

Something for the season, I suppose.   Comments welcome, as always.


--Bill


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Christmas Card

Neither angels nor elves, their toys

and trumpets announcing Christmas Land fun,

but a still and sober nature:

a buck, a rabbit, a golden-eyed owl

arrested in stances,

this winter commune, as actual

as unmythed frozen earth:

These creatures gazed, with liquid eyes

upon a rare sky'sprophet star.

sofree, this card, of kitsch it slipped

my cynical guard and struck me

crucial hard:I broke open to faith,

and found some years the solace of bread

and wine. I'm lying, mind,a tiny pip;

other starbolts, too, conspired for me to take

the Saint James plunge. I'm unchurched now,

but how I grant that Christmas card

a nod for herding me to Catholic pews:

abandoned now, but cherished, kept.

I do retain a miracle soul: respect

the wisdom of chance and change: I dream,

I play, I bathe, waters of love and rain

my only church,more bloodfelt than the Dove.













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"Oh, Sophie!  Whyfore have you eated all de cheeldren?"