Christmas lonelies now creeping, seeping deep
into my every cell it seems, as my
psyche stumbles into fog, seeking sleep
yet forced awake. I rise again and try
TV. Leontyne Price soars with “Panis
Angelicus”, sequined black gown sparkling
as if she descended from starlight, lips
forming each perfect syllable. She sings
and carries me to Thomas Aquinas,
to “Liturgy of the Hours”, sanctifies
all with prayer. And now I know my way: Pass
this prayer on to the universe. What lies
ahead awaits us all: Connect and keep
Conscious contact…then calming, healing sleep.
Roger Armbrust
December 6, 2015
