by Leonard M Hawkes
I know they left you
Exulting in their departure,
Having found that pearl of greater price,
And water, from which
They would never thirst—
And a land of peace, a land
Of freedom, even our Zion.
But in the cold mid-winter,
In a bitterness that only
Rocky Mountains can produce;
Mystically I hear you every year
And rejoice, delight in His coming,
My old heart willfully reveling
In the foolish traditions of my Fathers.
Author's Note: Christmas Eve listening to "Nine Lessons and Carols."
Posted on 12/24/2009
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