Sunday, December 8, 2013

Gratitude for Clouds at Christmastime, A Poem and a Christmas Miracle?***








Masks

At the grocery store today --

these meteors and angels, wise men and all
the beautiful hallucinations of December, wearing
the masks of the Ordinary, the Annoyed, the Tired.
The Disturbed. The Sane

Only the recovering addict with his bucket and bell
has dared to come here without one.

He is Salvation.
His eyes have burned holes
in his radiance.
Instead of a mask, he has unbuttoned his face.

Laura Kasischke



***I have no idea why snowflakes are falling in that last photo that I took outside of my house. There was no snow, and I have no apps or gadgets. Maybe it's a Christmas miracle?
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7 comments:

  1. Ms. MoonDecember 8, 2013 at 10:10 AM

    I am in love with every bit of this post. EVERY falling snowflake, word, and cloud.

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  2. Marylinn KellyDecember 8, 2013 at 10:17 AM

    It seems miraculous to me, as is the poem. xo

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  3. Blue GalDecember 8, 2013 at 12:35 PM

    I love this poem. It's hard to go out without a mask.

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  4. UnknownDecember 8, 2013 at 7:55 PM

    Now I get it - why I have always LOVED the Salvation Army bell ringers - GREAT poem

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  5. Vesuvius At HomeDecember 9, 2013 at 5:48 AM

    That poem gave me the shivers. Los Angeles doesn't need snow to be a Christmas miracle. It already is one.

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  6. Christy ShakeDecember 9, 2013 at 1:19 PM

    i love that poem. i know those people.

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  7. LeslieDecember 13, 2013 at 4:28 PM

    I love these photos (snow and all!) And the last line of that poem, "Instead of a mask, he has unbuttoned his face."

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