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WINTER’S WEIR ®
Original holiday and world peace poetry by Donna J. Fennel.
Quilled during winter’s chill of December 23, 2004 ~ For my deceased father.
I am wrapped in wreath of winter’s weir, while windowsill is roused ~
For it was stirred awake by ivory pier slumbering ‘pon its oaken brow.
Tho surrounded now by hearth spun comfort, ah, this eve I do believe ~
I should dedicate this to the one who, even now, still makes me grieve.
As climax draws near for Yuletide cheer, ‘midst a biosphere of drear ~
The prevalence of my ambivalence makes me reflect on the incidents
That occurred on a hoary December 23rd , more than thirty years ago ~
When father died, and mother cried, leaving tear trinkets in the snow.
O, I was a child in time attempting to find out why our reigning Lord ~
Would decide that Christmastide was whence father faced finite sword.
Yet as Nature hurls a heavy sigh from her breast, bucketing ivory crest ~
While my quill quivers and shivers, I consider that tonight I was blessed.
Alas, when I gaze through yonder windowpane, I envision what some ~
Might decree as mournful misery that widowed wind banshee has sung.
Yet somewhere in its breath, I guess, lies message that all should heed ~
This season of reason should be well spent reaching out to those in need.
For while Nature dons her ermine bejeweled crown, muffling all sound ~
Fate is calling, her command appalling, to finally lay my burdens down.
Now by my own admission, I have finally discovered my true mission ~
While sword of Death ‘pon father was being wielded, not well shielded.
I am destined to extend my amity towards helping a hapless humanity ~
Along with the peaceful brotherhood residing beyond my frosted wood.
As I gaze into snow globe, once on desk, I hold tenderly in my hands ~
I shall obey His command, I must impress, and with peace take a stand.
Fixing gaze on frozen tundra, scribing of our woeful world and blunder ~
‘Midst stiffest cloak of Solstice umber, winding down like thunder slumber.
Blinded not by swirling fire blaze, nor am I dazed by Luna’s lulling rays ~
Yea, I am profoundly amazed by vision I see that man will love his enemy.
Yonder flames are smote with smoke, while I wish to don velvet cloak ~
Of courage, for I am about to confront a fear greater than Avalon’s weir.
That of facing those who, I suppose, will not heed my honorable verse ~
Pleading that man shakes hands now, before Earth becomes our hearse.
Even tho I may wish to weep and pout, I know that I do not go without ~
For father forever resides within, and is not jettisoned with Arctic wind.
Tho into sands of time he descends, he bequeathed me treasure, friends ~
A mind like he possessed, so that I could help men dying and distressed.
Ah, yes, with me he also blessed a tendency towards obstinacy par none ~
Yet this I have learned to overcome, by obeying the One, instead of none.
And while yonder icicles appear, alas, I fear that my fate is not too clear ~
But as chime is being rung, I believe destiny in my favor raised his thumb.
By fantasy of fireside, I feel no need to cry while warming weary bones ~
Indeed, I am relieved knowing that father and mother have traveled home.
For during this anniversary of his passing, what they have is everlasting ~
And even tho they now carry on as souls they are whole, and this I know.
As winter mercenary marches in, while hearth dances gaily in seven time ~
With balsam boughs I ponder, now, as to how I shall put closure to this eve?
While snow show cascades and parades, lending cadence to Yuletide days ~
O, I suppose that only Heaven knows what lies ahead for our suffering race.
My hope and prayer is that my greetings of peace will be well met by some ~
For I believe that I am the gentle breeze to whisk away your tears, crying son.
Ah, tho I appear to be babbling bard of fantasy summoned from ancient time ~
O, believe me, do, when I tell you lad, true, that I wish to save our humankind.
Our essence rare of binding care, we will discover when we uncover the truth ~
That, akin to gnarled oaken limb our race lay bare, lest sins we naught uproot.
Alas, if we fail to unify in peace soon, indeed, we will witness waning moon ~
What we fail to create, as a harmonized race, will be taken away from us soon.
For a yarn of years, I have tread path where once lay mother’s frozen tears ~
Trinkets from tormented soul offered to God, while she mourned and sobbed.
Well, in some peculiar way I am grateful that mother blazed this trail for me ~
When I walk 'pon her tears she is near, while my fears are cast away for free.
Throughout sloth of December’s run, as I supped on a gluttony of jolly fun ~
This 23rd of month remains to me day of reflection, fond memories and pain.
Yet Eternal Flame that I harbor, in His name, lives in my heart as no surprise ~
For I realize that humanity is bound for glory, as amity of family in His eyes.
MAY YOU AND YOURS EXPERIENCE AND ENJOY A NEW YEAR
OF GOOD WILL, GOOD HEALTH AND GOOD FORTUNE WHILE
PEACE AND LOVE OF MANKIND REIGN IN YOUR HEART.
DONNA J. FENNEL AND FAMILY FOR 2005 AND BEYOND
© 2004-09 Donna J. Fennel, Owner of Donnadreamland. All rights reserved® .
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