21 Reflections in a Cold House before Christmas

I wish for the long

Expanse of time in which

Everything and Nothing

Resides

So much more (than), the grasping of straws

Serves inside our mean and lowly world

When angels we have heard on High

Call us to a different Plane

Gloria

If we are to sing, it all must be in Latin, you know.

A link to the formal

Reminds

Us it is real, the truth we’re all seeking

Cold gets inside of you

Unceremoniously, chills from

The inside out with no

Regard

For Barrier

The furnace, Alive in the

Basement

Has a rowdy face and fiery

Tongue!

Though I’ve never met him.

Lumbering along,

A secret Life on his own.

Down there in the basement

We feel his breath through the vent registers.

Listen gratefully.

Sitting in silence

Is a bit

Like sunbathing.