On Christmas Lights

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David Rickerd        pinterest.com

Were the lights
of progress all turned off
in skyscraper to trailer`park
on city street and thoroughfare
in kitchen chimney roof`top
and relit tomorrow eve
at 10 o’clock

The bright
would pale compared
to that single solitary flame
kindled in Bethlehem’s stable
these twenty centuries past
burning in your heart
and mine

“Earth grown old, yet still so green,
      Deep beneath her crust of cold
Nurses fire unfelt, unseen:
      Earth grown old.
      We who live are quickly told:
Millions more lie hid between
      Inner swathings of her fold.
When will fire break up her screen?
      When will life burst thro’ her mould?
Earth, earth, earth, thy cold is keen,
      Earth grown old.” ~ Christina Rossetti

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About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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