Now
- by Linn Barnes
Now,
a few days before Christmas,
now,
when there is no snow upon the ground,
now,
when the temperatures are rising
and rain is expected,
now,
when the lights are all sparkling
and merry tinsel is tweaking the trees,
now,
when we dream of a radiant past,
now,
when we hope for deliverance in time
of this time when the pure light of joy is shrouded,
mostly eclipsed beneath clouds of intrigue and lies,
when
the clear light of truth
struggles for a breath of clean air,
when now is the time
for the stalwart soldiers of the open way
to speak and to be unafraid
to flash their ribbons of honor
for the whole world the see
and be brought glistening
into the valor of a brilliant new year.