Good Christmas Friday


Christmas day on Sunday

And in my reformed way,

I feel a new triduum


But what to mourn tomorrow?

All the peace that has not


In the world

Peace on Earth

Worthy of a Tolkien epic

Or a Lewis telling


Inklings remembered, a new

Generation nonetheless

Is calling:


Severing war ties in the cosmos

Sewing threads

Into the weave of conflict


To wear retaining

Wisdom, the innocence in

Relented cynicism


The hopes of open-tomb-like


Embraces resurrected

Sibling salvation


Let us share—let us keep—an

Earthbound feast



Holy days reconciled

In time


C L Couch