Twas just as a Christmas pageant

should be, baby

Jesus cried and

shepherds yawned. The

first wiseman could not be heard and

the second’s voice

so sweet and clear,

the third off key.

Baby angels wandering while

proud parents and

grandparents swelled

with pride and joy.

Candles in windows, lighted tree,

clear, sweet notes

sung by boys, drift

from radio

spreading their warmth on rainy day.

Luna and I

venture outside

to stretch our legs,

breathe clean, crisp, cold air. Me in my

yellow slicker,

she in bare fur,

bouncing along.

Overhead wild geese raucously

shouting, single

drops of rain on

pond’s surface spread

into concentric circles that

gently touch each

other. We hear

pitter patter.

To experience the peace such

moments bring, all

I have to do

is be open.

Each morning my intention for

the day is to

yield to joy…to

open mind and

heart to sights and sounds that cause me

to hold my breath,

awe-filled moments

and small moments.

Time is running out, what’s past is

past, and who knows

what is to come.

If not now, when?