Monday, December 21, 2015


Waiting for simpler things.

Complexity grows
This time of year.
We wait for the Baby.
We wait for snow.
We wait for light.
We wait for family to arrive,
However they come.
We wait for them
To leave.
Complexity grows
With all we have added,
Nativity pageants are larger
Than anything
We’ve ever seen.
Everything demands
A crowd.
I yearn
For Silent Night
Sung with simple guitar accompaniment
Followed by moon and stars
Maybe some snow.

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