I think that what’s
Important is the small
Corner of the bigger
World we all live
In such a place
That corner which disappears
Like mist above ponds
Like dreams upon waking
But to us our
Very own tiny corner
Is enough to sweep
To tidy to decorate
And to welcome others
Whose own little corners
Got swallowed up by
This our round world
There is one thing
That I want more
Than anything beneath the
Tree but since I
Don’t have a tree
Maybe you will be
Standing outside my door
On that Christmas morn
There is a point
Of perfection when even
The ocean is balanced
A moment when both
Of the tides strike
Stillness when even the
Seas sleep this is
Contentment when movement stops
It’s the second when
Desire meets happiness like
When two lovers kiss
Kindness and generosity of
Heart and spirit heals
Even the deepest wounds
When you do something
For another any another
It’s like God touching
Both the receiver and
The giver each witness
A glimpse of Heaven
I am on the
Cusp rather than the
Precipice I was staring
Into the abyss wondering
But now I straddle
It having gotten one
Foot on the other
Side there’s newness here
I can feel it
Knowing that with just
A few more steps
I will leave darkness
And leap into light
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 