That Time of Year This Year

We come together in our time

Undifferentiated in our lies

Like so many blizzardy leaves 

Drifting, pouring over frosty lawns

We crowd those lies into surly lives

And wonder why we care enough,

To make the lies our lives, our hearts

Beg the question and turn our heads

Toward hope, living more than just doing,

Looking to the love in little ones pleading

But maybe we don’t care enough,

Should we care enough about the little ones?

Do we have the temerity to face hope’s

Uncertainty? We hang in the balance as

We walk the line and turn away, but the

Little ones, what about the little ones then?

So then we call out this special time of hearth

And home and family and friends and cheering

And that then yes the special time, you know, the

Time we forestall, smile awhile and make promises,

Yes even especially for the little ones, and to the

Little ones who look up at us with wondering eyes

Appealing, believing in their not knowing what

Else to feel, and then for us, what about the little ones?

Do we care enough this year, that time of year?

Do we care enough about anything, about ourselves?

It is that time of year again this year, can we care

Enough about the little ones, about ourselves?