MIRACLES AT MIDNIGHT

Like strange appearances
They stand at your entrance
Waiting in eager anticipation
Willing to bestow a solution
Dawn woke you to crack the nuts
Dusk left you hitting your head
But like a gentle touch in sharp cold
The door receives a knock
And your heart ignites with shock.

What happened to joy and merriment
And the three wishes of love, life and laughter
What happened to justice
And the carefree systems of order
Yet like infant babes naive of danger
We welcome the warm winter
Uncertain of the hovering outcome
Of an angel’s arrival at the dark hour
But thankful for the timely truce.

TOUGH QUESTIONS

twitter650e587When tiny babes hold in their hands
A fraction of what they see you glory in
Does your heart move to fill their cups
Or you only flaunt before them your rich glasses
Giving their attention to your phones
Watching without care as they hope for help
Hoping in anguish that you’ll anoint their heads
As an ancestor once anointed yours
Does your body ignore your brain’s message
To sate their consuming hunger
Or do you rise to your feet convinced
That they deserve happiness too?