A Merry Christmas for Exiles
A Merry Christmas for Exiles
From all walks of life they move down
snowy paths of solitude and yet quiet peace
Not needing the frills of crowds gathering in the village
perhaps no children nephew or niece
The creative exiles need only the peace in the words
doodled upon a piece of paper tissue or even bark
Yet along about now there is a calling
of silence to hark
It is Christmas and whether we are blessed with family
alone or even stranger surrounded
The heart of the exile is pretty full
happy and well rounded
But tonight it’s Christmas eve and I have a wish
that hopefully will come true
that all the creative exiles that I know
feel nothing but love through and through
Thank you all for who you are
Sometime in my life, I started to write about my life journey, or in poetry, in story perhaps to sort out the missing from the found perhaps and enter them into a place of safekeeping. The soul of the writer is perhaps best described in their own words, emotions and thoughts. If these poems or stories touch something inside you then maybe I have succeeded in sharing. I will not write about my self in profile, because self isn't so important in writing. Only the journey in words and the sharing are important. Why would we say "Now about me!"... I'd rather write about life, nature, serenity ...
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Beautiful, Ed, and so kind. Merry Christmas to you. It is so wonderful you are a part of TCE, you are a kind soul and I love your poetry.
Nicely rendered Ed and a very Merry Christmas to you my friend. Cheers!