Tuesday, December 26, 2023

Holy Night

I think of my dead father,
How heartbroken he would have been.
I wonder if he knows what's going on;
I hope he doesn't.
I hope, after we pass, there is 
Only a peaceful void, and that 
All encompassing glow of love.
Though I sometimes wish for Hell 
For those who unleash it here.
But I assume She knows best,
She who is All, the Good and the Bad,
The Love and the Suffering.
I assume there is a meaning behind 
All this cruelty, all this injustice.
I think back to that night when
For a while I was Her, when 
Everything dissolved 
Into little glimmers of Love.
There was nothing else, but the breeze
And the hand of my dead grandmother 
Feeling my beard for the first time.