Calendars may mark the tides of love (Christmas Poems)


Calendars may mark the tides of love;
However, please recall that love’s the sea.
Rest easy, then, in Christmas’ sweet madness,
Illumined by the pregnant star of gladness,
Serene within the depths of you and me.
There is no pain no happiness can move,
Making room for cherished company,
Antidote for life’s incumbent sadness
So long as will and wisdom puissant prove.

Nicholas Gordon

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