May This Christmas Be the
First of Many
May this Christmas
be the first of many,
Each more joyous in our growing
Revealing more of happiness than
Riches might provide or pain remove.
flow like an unrepentant river,
Carrying the soil of life
Holding far more than they can
Rushing past the certitudes that
In love there is an instance of
So shy and lovely it eludes the
The sense of being home when we're
More enduring than a reason why.
love is born of passion, borne by will,
So may for many
years we choose love still.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon