Christmas Tree Inquisition

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I curl up, catlike

satisfied

sleepy

content…

the question comes…

why can’t it always be so?

There is a roof over my head,

warmth is a cloak,

hunger unknown.

I drink water down

reluctantly,

preferring strong brew.

I hold joy for the moment-

am in awe

as she, this one child

turned stranger with years,

offers to dry the dishes.

I try not

to

gasp

out loud.

When did it get so hard?

Yet the tree

stands green

full, and we rejoice in its fatness,

laugh together

again.

 I wonder why

can’t it always be this way?

“Why” is my default;

inquisitiveness defines me.

I seek answers, am so often the one

demanding explanation-

refusing to accept

that sometimes,

the answers don’t matter.

Sometimes the process is needful.

I wonder why, yet know…

 it is hope that brings joy.

I hang on to it,

wrap myself around it

as it lifts me.

I cling,

refuse to release my hold.

I will not let go,

until I receive the promise full.

I sit by the tree,

smell Christmas,

recall the good.

Smile at the crooked branch,

pointing perfectly heavenward.

How we walk by and laugh at the stoutness

of this naked tree,

awaiting its trimming.

We catch joy, and it catches us-

startles us awake to the moment.

I am reminded,

I am blessed, rich-

a fat soul, full of hope and thanksgiving-

and I shall not be moved.

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With warm regards for the days ahead!

8 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. C.C.
    Dec 01, 2014 @ 03:37:10

    “‘Why’ is my default;

    inquisitiveness defines me”

    –Wow, that sounds a lot like me! No wonder I found this poem/inquisition so very reflective and full of resonance 🙂

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  2. brian miller
    Dec 01, 2014 @ 08:50:27

    I have those moments as well when life seems a bit better….perhaps I am a bit more content in that moment and all the cares of the world seem a bit farther away…especially in the light of that Christmas tree….

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  3. Gabriella
    Dec 01, 2014 @ 09:23:44

    I can relate too. I guess poets, writers, and probably a lot of artists, are inquisitive people in search of the answer to that nagging ‘why’.

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  4. susieklein
    Dec 01, 2014 @ 10:07:33

    But we can’t let the “why” question steal the “yay!” of the treasured moment, right? Love you sweet Dawn.

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  5. Mary
    Dec 01, 2014 @ 12:44:16

    Yes, it is hope that brings joy…..and yes, sometimes we do wonder why can’t it always be so….especially when we are feeling relaxed and appreciative and that all is right with the world.

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  6. Lisa notes...
    Dec 01, 2014 @ 15:24:14

    This is a beautiful poem, Dawn. And one I can relate to as well. Growing up our children (and growing up WITH our children) isn’t for wimps. It’s tough-going at times, but the sweet moments make it all worthwhile. I am blessed too–rich, a fat soul, full of hope and thanksgiving. Lovely, friend!

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