Working on my latest painting (see below) allowed me to complete my annual year end poem, The Spirit of Christmas. The process of creating the painting gave me a sense of peace, renewal, and an overwhelming wish to stop time so I could live in its otherworldly glow. So dear readers, my wish for you in the coming year, are those same things–peace, renewal and an abundance of time to stand in nature’s glow.
The Spirit of Christmas
Our Christmas tree is once again frosted with fine strands of tinsel glowing, bright, and white.
And when Grandson Max frosted his own tree this year, a next generational tradition, took flight.
Yes, the Spirit of Christmas has us in its thrall, a time of year, when its magical essence, captures us, big, or small.
From the smell of earthy pine filling the air, to the mouth watering scent, of the sweet confections, we prepare.
It is one of my favorite times of year.
One where even opponents, can raise a sparkling glass together, in good cheer.
But before the year of 2018 sounds it final note,
let us look back on some of the highlights, worthy of a quote.
Wasn’t the world’s faith in miracles restored with unerring belief?
When from a flooded cave, emerged 12 boys, and in unison our worry fled, like a thief.
And we must give thanks to Nobel Prize winners’, Dr.’s Honjo, and Allison.
For through their immunotherapy research, our fight against cancer, will yet, be won.
Now to the House we must go, as it sports a new vibe, a fresh coat of paint if you will,
when a palette of all sexes, and shades of color, reclaimed a part of the, infamous Hill.
And have you ever seen the phrase, “never say never” played out in real life?
Well in April, North and South Korea’s leaders actually met to discuss, their decade long strife.
A new addition is forthcoming in England’s royal bloodline, perhaps, even something new.
For what will the Queen say, if the bundle in the baby blanket, is of a decidedly, darker hue?
Here ye, here ye, we have a new “word of the year” Dictionary.com, has proclaimed.
“Misinformation” is the winner as the guilty, continue, to not be named.
Then there is Oregon’s youth, and their legal action over climate change.
Let us hope for a swift, suitable, resolution in this life altering exchange.
On a lighter note, if you’re Barbara Streisand, and for your beloved dog Samantha, death calls,
you simply have her cloned, and release a new album titled, Walls.
Now we must not forget, those who this year, have gone beyond the veil,
even as their art, spirit, and legacy will eternally prevail.
Here’s to Ms. Aretha Franklin the Queen of Soul, who will forevermore,
with the greatest of “RESPECT”, be on the “Highway to Heaven” tour.
And let us not forget Oregon’s own David Ogden Stiers, who with his snobbish, balderdash, gave us fits of laughter through his iconic role as Major Winchester, in the TV series, Mash.
And how will superheroes blossom in the imaginations of future generations,
without Mr. Stan Lee to cast them in such vivid, story illustrations?
Now to the stars we must gaze looking toward an illusive black hole.
For this is where Mr. Stephen Hawking, has set up camp, in this, his final role.
Dear friends, I know there are many more for whom we should bid a final farewell.
And there is also an over abundance of life altering quotes, yet to tell.
But alas, I must end this annual poem of mine,
as I attempt to once again capture the final stanzas’ in rhyme.
We are each and every one of us, hurtling through space on this big, blue ball.
Would it not be easier if we took on the mantra of the musketeers? “All for one, and one for all.”
For in reality, it is within each and every one of our own, hand’s grasp,
to reach across the aisle, and simply ask,
“Help me to understand, let us work together, to make the lives of future generations, that, much, better.”
Night Dreams, Original Art by Cheryl Owen-Wilson