Here is a poem I wrote on what was nearly the shortest day of the year.
As our daylight now exceeds the dark, let’s all stretch our spirits as well as
our legs, and pray for healing and shalom in the world as well as our bodies.
There are some cold dark days
In December when I understand
That faithfulness is not enough-
That night will come no matter
What I have done that day,
That red ribbon and sparking lights
Cannot undo a thing that did not go well.
Well, there is no second verse-
I go on, trying to perfect a manner
That cannot succeed except in its own diligence,
Praying that my practice
May be a small candle in the long night,
Knowing that my stubbornness is a small shadow
Of true faithfulness,
Hoping for nothing
Other than the grace of God-
Which, after all,
Is all we truly have.
George R Pasley
December 23, 2016