CANDLES DANCE ON THEIR MENORAH
Candles dance on their menorah,
Happy to be burning bright!
All the children dance the hora,
Nimbly leaping with delight
Understand the miracle
Kindled by a match that sings,
A cantor with his canticle,
Here to give the moment wings.
CAN ANYONE EXPLAIN THE GLOW OF CHRISTMAS
Can anyone explain the glow of Christmas?
Holidays are candles in the night.
Rebirth comes from family and friends
In one bright blur of food and talk that ends
Still burning as a peaceful inner light.
There is no way to substitute for Christmas.
Miss it and no circumstance feels right.
All my heart’s with you, yet I must miss this
Season thick with love and rich delight.
YOU’RE LIKE MUSIC PLAYING IN MY HEAD
You’re like music playing in my head
Everywhere I go from day to day.
I try a door and think of you instead,
Not knowing where I am or what I’ll say.
I live in a perpetual embrace,
Hugging the sweet thought that you are mine.
Walking through a park I touch your face,
Not caring if there’s rain or bright sunshine.
The cause must be, of course, our love is new;
It can’t go on like this for years and years.
I must take note of other things than you
And clear my head of smiles and grateful tears.
Yet such talk seems fantasy to me:
The world’s the dream, and you reality.
HOW LONG CAN WE REMEMBER AN EVENT
How long can we remember an event,
A miracle long since become a story
Nor can we see what it might represent
Unless we share a shadow of its glory.
Knowledge is no substitute for faith
Kindling in the heart what else is fashion.
A fuel-less flame is nothing but a wraith,
However wrought, if unsustained by passion.
HERE IS COMMON CAUSE FOR CELEBRATION
Here is common cause for celebration
As light lengthens, harbinger of spring.
Perhaps the cold will be of long duration:
Patience, for you know what time will bring.
Yearning is the partner of sensation,
Heightening the glory of the thing.
Open, then, your heart to dark December;
Listen to the silent turn of time.
Infinity is scattered into embers;
Deep within the void the remnants shine,
As distant and as cold as you remember.
Yet here, near zero, starts the upward climb,
Sensing the sweet downward days of summer.
THE WIND BRINGS DOWN ITS ICY LOAD
The wind brings down its icy load;
Curtains close across the sky.
Travelers shudder on the road:
There will be shelter by-and-by.
All one has seen and one has sown
Now feeds the feasts of fantasy.
Merriment goes on within;
Trees and candles dance with light.
Without, the world is grey and grim;
Within the house, all is bright.
How might one stand against the wind
But with the joy one brings to it?
The window hints of happiness;
The wanderer walks quickly past.
The week-old ice is treacherous;
The snow is falling thick and fast.
Shelter cannot be a place
For those whose spirits will not rest.
Bells ring through the chilly air;
People purchase gifts on time.
Windows, doorways, front yards bear
Of inner truth the outward sign:
Love beneath commercial cheer;
Loneliness decked out in din.
The season freezes all but love;
Winter grips the waterways.
Upon white meadows nothing moves;
Life sleeps through the nights and days.
O love! At once both flame and fuel,
Light well what meets the inner gaze!
HOPE IS OFTEN RENTED BY THE YEAR
Hope is often rented by the year.
A ceremony helps ensure the signing.
People like transitions to be clear,
Preferably at moments when they’re dining.
Yet as a rental flat can be a home,
No one wants to terminate this lease.
Each thinks hope too poor a risk to own
While needing its bright arc for inner peace.
Years therefore start with hope again renewed
Even as the old year’s wishes die.
After all the books have been reviewed,
Ring in the New Year!–with a gentle sigh.