here I sit with tired eyes, slackening hands, and an aching déjà vu no longer a young recruit in the struggle for what should be; now I am nothing but a witness to the battle that never dies a lifetime ago we fought to be heard - if only we had learned to listen! so, the rocking chair sways with regret and the wheels on the bus go 'round and 'round
Author: Rita
Ring Out, Wild Bells
Though the New Year is still several days away I think Ring Out, Wild Bells by Alfred Lord Tennyson is a great way to shake off the doldrums; to go into the holidays seeing them as an opportunity for hope, for healing, and for rediscovering our unlimited capacity to love one another!
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light; The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true. Ring out the grief that saps the mind, For those that here we see no more, Ring out the feud of rich and poor, Ring in redress to all mankind. Ring out a slowly dying cause, And ancient forms of party strife; Ring in the nobler modes of life, With sweeter manners, purer laws. Ring out the want, the care the sin, The faithless coldness of the times; Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes, But ring the fuller minstrel in. Ring out false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite; Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good. Ring out old shapes of foul disease, Ring out the narrowing lust of gold; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace. Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand; Ring out the darkness of the land, Ring in the Christ that is to be.
Rumi

Yeah, that sounds good about now.
No Voice
how can we say
to the ones who’ll carry
the weight of the future
that past events are truly history
when we keep walking the same damned road
how do we look at ourselves
and not weep the tears
of the damned knowing
we’re leaving our children
a legacy of war, hatred, and division
how do we stem the tide
of this death march and
restore the joy of childhood,
the preciousness of life,
and the freedom to live and love
according to the song in each priceless soul
how do we once again
bless the beasts and the children
and redeem the days for
those who have no idea
what lie in store for them?
The River and I
few things in life ever surprised me his death by drowning wasn’t one of them from the moment we met I knew someday absolution would come calling he's a hero now imagine that! only the river and I know the truth his sin has finally been washed away I suppose it's best to let sleeping dogs lie
Sleeping Beauty
she’s everywhere, always –
in the still of the lonely night,
deep in the heart of sorrow, and
at the bottom of a wordless well
she’s in the tears that fall on folded hands,
she’s just around the corner from the door that wouldn’t open, and
I’ve found her in tiny fingers slowly growing cold
all too often she is the lighthouse unseen,
the lesson lost in pity’s sea
to find her one must dive deeper than right now,
swim farther than why me, and
trust the power of the waves to wash away that was then and carry you to what is to be
beauty sleeps everywhere we are willing to walk,
beauty is awakened by the footsteps of resilience, and
beauty rises from the ashes to dance with the one who refuses to tread on the surface of circumstance