It's a bomb he said He knew I wanted to shake it him
No way it could blow up if I gave it just one little shake But what if...
it was true
what if... that round object wrapped in shiny paper bow affixed scotch tape stuck underneath a tree all dressed up for Christmas really did blow us up?
He was your brother I was your sister You were my family
Could you blow me up?
What if we were all of us connected one big family celebrating hope love joy peace on earth no matter where we stood on this big round ball spinning through space
could we find eachother in peace
no wars no guns no murderous intentions to blow anything up like a red rubber ball bouncing between us filled with hope
connecting us through love touching us with joy converting us in peace
He was my brother It was a red rubber ball long lost on the road from childhood where one eyed-teddy bears with sawdust hearts and ghosts of Christmas' past cry out in hope for us to find love joy and peace.
He was my brother and he is gone but his spirit lives on haunting me with its call to find the way to make love not war in a world of hope love joy and peace for all humankind.
David K. Wheeler over at Dave Writes Right posted a wonderful challenge (and giveaway) for Random Act of Poetry at The High Calling -- to write a poem in honour of the tradition of telling ghost stories on Christmas Eve -- a la Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol. I read about Dave's challenge at L.L. Barkat's Seedlings in Stone where she has posted a beautiful and haunting poem, The Promise . I invite you to link in -- to try your hand at writing a poem or two or simply read the offerings of others. Who knows, you could win a copy of Dave's new book of poetry: Contingency Plans: Poems. To read more about David and his book, visit Glynn Young at Faith. Fiction. Friends as well as read his review and interview with the poet at High Calling Blogs last week.