Where I hang up my halo and talk about what matters to me: God, kids, church, politics... and how to survive it all with grace and humor intact (or not).
Thursday, December 22, 2011
"December" by Gary Johnson
A little girl is singing for the faithful to come ye Joyful and triumphant, a song she loves, And also the partridge in a pear tree And the golden rings and the turtle doves. In the dark streets, red lights and green and blue Where the faithful live, some joyful, some troubled, Enduring the cold and also the flu, Taking the garbage out and keeping the sidewalk shoveled. Not much triumph going on here—and yet There is much we do not understand. And my hopes and fears are met In this small singer holding onto my hand. Onward we go, faithfully, into the dark And are there angels hovering overhead? Hark.