When we were children
Christmas was a time of Magic.
We did not understand
Its theology,
Or the history of its traditions,
But we could feel
What Christmas was about,
For the season spoke to us
In the language we knew best:
Dancing lights dazzled our eyes,
Merry carols sang…..
In memory of summer now past, a poem
There is something breathtaking in the sea,
In the contemplation of its complete constancy:
It is always there, sleepless –
Which is not to say changeless
Because it has its moods:
At times a gamester,
Calling us out, challenging us…..