All who crawl among
It’s worm eaten passages
Under Earth – forging a newly
Ploughed a path into a solid
– if sickly- universe
To settle down and doubts
To take in
And take on
To become part
And of God
Remind me how I love
To have those still calm points
How the calm
In the middle
Of the storm
Sees what to do
Where to go
Sees what is next
The still waters
To wait some more
To see what really needs
To be done
To see what needs
Are really there
With the heart and mind
This is an Advent poem about getting ready at any time of the year or life, when we are not quite sure what we are getting ready for. But waiting and getting
ready anyway. I liked the idea of restlessness, resting and festiveness all rolled into one and that priorities and needs and “the reason for the season” had
to be recognised without getting overwhelmed by the season’s busy-ness.
I asked for new gadgets for Christmas.
My list was a hundred lines long.
I figured I might as well try it.
Why not? I mean, what could go wrong?
My parents bought all that I wanted:
An iPod, a big-screen TV,
a camera, a laptop computer,
a Playstation, Xbox, and Wii.
I got a new Kindle, a smart phone,
an RF remote-controlled car,
a robot, a video camera,
a brand new electric guitar.
But those things were just the beginning.
This Christmas, I had such a haul,
it took me all morning, and then some,
to finish unwrapping it all.
A hundred new gadgets to play with.
I couldn’t be bothered to wait.
The moment I plugged them all in, though,
it blew every fuse in the state.
If you’re spending Christmas in darkness,
and can’t play your video game,
I’m sorry for all of the trouble;
it’s probably me who’s to blame.
I know now I shouldn’t be greedy,
so, next year, I think you’ll be fine.
Instead of a hundred new gadgets,
I’m asking for just ninety nine.