Christmas Day in my house is a quiet time these days. I have no family near by. My cat doesn't care, nor do I. There are no Christmas decorations out. I have them but haven't used them in years. My wife and I were collecting special ornaments and I still have them packed away but haven't put a tree up in years. However, my AA home group offers a Christmas pot luck. I always go to that. This year that meant someone came by and picked me up since the roads were impassable to ordinary vehicles. In the morning I read something written by Sharon Salzburg and it led to this poem.
What Happens Loving You
What happens loving
You, my soul becomes spacious.
I am like a small
Container alone.
The agues of life enter,
Dissolve like salt does,
I am embittered.
Now I'm so spacious, open,
I hardly notice.
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After Christmas Day was done, I wrote this to record the day.
What I Did This Christmas
Feast among old friends
Who gather in the lifeboat
And will not let go.
Enfolded, embraced,
Seeing eye to eye in this:
Life is too precious,
Hearts too meaningful,
Souls too beautiful to lose:
I won't let you go -
If this is possible at all,
I will not let you go.
Hurry
1 week ago
:0) I like these....a lot!
ReplyDeleteSo few words
Such an enormous meaning
xxx
Oh Christopher...Beautiful
ReplyDeleteThe more you write the more I see the light in your soul....really
LInda
This is such a beautiful reflection on living. As Linda said, you soul is, indeed, full of light.
ReplyDeleteI have to stop commenting so early in the morning. I make so many typos! LOL
ReplyDeleteOh Christopher, the first one took my breath away and I couldn't concentrate on the second. I'll have to come back and read it separately. You've touched a nerve, one of the core beliefs I live by.
ReplyDeleteWhat happens When You are Gone
ReplyDeleteAll these places in my soul
your words filled
like rain in spring
soaking into the ground
little by little
filling me with hope
feel empty now
achy and dry
cracking open
longing for your return
because sometimes
I can not quite see
the way myself
and your words help.
Christopher, hoping all is well with you. Missing you.
Thank you for your comments. I have been ill but it is just misery, not life threatening. I am not back to speed yet, had to contact work online or I would not be here now...I am missing you all.
ReplyDeleteGET WELL SOOOOOOON!
ReplyDelete{{{Christopher}}}
(((Christopher))))
ReplyDeleteTake care of yourself, ok?
Thinking of you... get well soon!
ReplyDeleteC ~ you have a beautiful light shining so brightly inside you.
ReplyDeleteje taime~
Cherie
i'm tired of you being sick.... you can get well now and post more poems....
ReplyDeleteBe well special man.
ReplyDeletexxx
I Have Lost My Breath
ReplyDeleteInner space tells me
I am too weary to go
one more step this way
and I fall face first
as if I had no truth near
my old swiss cheese soul,
and none with true gift
enough to send the white light,
to illuminate
my dusty life.
Then this flock appears, angels
who give me more than
I deserve.
You may have lost your breath, but you haven't lost your muse I see! :) Take care of yourself, dear one. I'm sure if any/all of us were geographically closer, you'd be inundated with potluck meals by now.
ReplyDeleteI'm happy to see you are back with us. Yay!
ReplyDeletehey... how comes you edited my four entries saying exactly the same thing? sure it was a technical thing where when i used the arrows on my browser it kept resending the data..... in other words an accident.... but you didn't know that and it looked like i was having a hissy- fit..... since i was absolutely sure you would respond if i had a tantrum, i just left it..... kind of like an accidental piece of art or something...... or maybe more like being devious and manipulative.... behaviours i don't exhibit often but sometimes must be practiced in order to remain proficient....link
ReplyDeleteHope you are feeling better, Christopher. Little by little? So nice to see a poem :)
ReplyDeleteAnd yes, to Ghost Dansing:-) I loved seeing all four of the same comment! It was so perfect:-) Stomping feet perfection!
ghost - I thought it was cool, too.
ReplyDeleteGhost, meeee toooo, buuuut it's myyyy bloooog. Pleeeez know I luuuv yuuuu.
ReplyDeleteGet well soon, Christopher!! I'm so sorry you're feeling poorly. Thank you for sharing your beautiful words here. I also appreciate the wonderful poem you gave me, too. Thinking of you!
ReplyDeleteall true predators display territorial behaviour tiger......
ReplyDeleteHope you're feeling better now.
ReplyDeleteLove all those agues and salt and embittered...
Ghost, Hahahaha!!
ReplyDeleteChristopher... will you be back soon? You are missed!
Ditto to Ghostly perfection!
ReplyDeleteLinda
YOU deserve it all Christopher...contained to love joy and the experiences you want and need of course
ReplyDeleteLnda