At times these past few years The Light has seemed to fade, And space for sadness made. Enticing madness to appear. We yearn for normal times. Our cries reflect the torment Unheeded for the moment In our restless, rhythmic rhymes. Yet hope remains a steady fire Melting through the yoke, The burdens that we spoke, And strength behind desires. Setting wounded mind aside, We encounter That which never left, Reminder of a noble guest, Who calmly takes the world in stride. There is now a deeper sense For we know it’s not a ploy. Our heart sings for joy, As we focus on the Present. Fear fades while joy and goodness grow. And intimate connections made, Providing us the shade Of peace that deep inside we know. I wish for you this unique present On this happy Christmas morn: A joyous heart that’s born Of life’s eternal Present.