It was this season--
Cold
Damp
Dark--
That brought us Love.

Javastreet was enigma
But the direction clear;
And in Winter's Night
We found Light
And Christmas.

And after thirty-three years
It glimmers still
From Dordrecht's narrow shade
(Truth and Spirit do not age).
And I wonder

Where now?
How?
And Who?
As I celebrate anew this
Passing of your Christmas.

11/30/2004

Author's Note: For Paul

Posted on 12/01/2004
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