TURN, TURN, TURN

Poem for today, Thursday, December 4, 2014

TOWARDS THE LIGHT

Too often our answer to the darkness

is not running toward Bethlehem

but running away.

We ought to know by now that we can't see

where we're going in the dark.

Running away is rampant ...

separation is stylish:

separation from mates, from friends, from self.

Run and tranquilize,

don't talk about it

avoid.

Run away and join the army

of those who have already run away.

When are we going to learn that Christmas Peace

comes only when we turn and face the darkness?

Only then will we be able to see

the Light of the World.

© Ann Weems

Kneeling in Bethlehem