November
How nearly now the end has come
In youth time dragged but now flies fast
Will finally this one year Oh! be the last
As on to trek from whence I’m come
In winter time where it did begin
Through all good day and then another
Can’t toll the time which marches farther
And, suddenly, we’re nearly there again
To feel so ready, then not at all
Might it really start where it does end
A race to only find round circle send
While spirits soar must mankind fall
Most lovely time in this year’s life
Machiavellian ends justified by means
Black soul to white Holy Water cleans
Free yearning spirit now from strife
Thanksgiving proper place for humble-praise
Import to hit each note in leaps and bounds
Empty space between is where the music sounds
Exemplar deeds faith’s trail to blaze
Thank God
for sparing unfathomed trepidation
Charmed life, ’tis true, I know not why
His Grace bestowed on one such as I
Understand not but accept true His Revelation
Whisper-wind howls clarion-call to winter-chill
Larder-full! Seasoned-logs await fire-hunger flames
Holy-season at hand promise any evil-try it tames
Snow-sacred
desire to holy Christmas-coming
thrill
Time-through-space dare be no sojourn Love-vacant
Rebel! Rascal! Rogue! Rapscallion! Full-of-life!
Eschew: Evil-Worry!
Fear! Deny any and all strife
I lived then---and now…and ’morrow future blatant
Come what may I’ll not complain! Just Let-it-snow!
Winter! Spring! Summer! Fall! His seasons flow!
Amen!
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