Promise of Light

November gray November
driving down like I knew you would
a slow heavy freight train of emotional bondage

The snow has hit the brick station
and people wait in odd coats
and silly bags, they wait for holidays

To save and secure them, lead them into
heaven, with the traditional salad dressing
and the gamey pork.
I never knew it, but the food isn't optional.

November, December, at least you have lights
all sparkles and beauty and restless in sight.
I want to drive to the place where
the most lights are stationed, and pray there

for peace and justice. Pray at the entrance
of candy land with Rudolph, Frosty and Jesus
that peace will come and dogs will not suffer
and that January will begin with a glorious sunrise.

Copyright 2007 Catherine Scherer