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Santa Died Today

A brief introduction to this poem. The Santa referred to here was a friend to me on Facebook, we never met but it is possible to feel a closeness to a person you have shared histories, sadness, and laughter with even if from a distance and for many years. A retired schoolteacher, every year he would look forward to becoming Santa for the children where he lived. It was his brother, also my friend, who posted the news of his passing, and I will deeply miss his daily back-and-forth post with me, he made my solitary life far more bearable than it would have been, and his leaving has made it lonelier.

Santa Died Today

It hurt me more than I knew it would.
When I heard his brother say
The big guy in the bright red suit
Santa died today.

Not the Santa of dreams and lore
But as real as the canes in the candy store
And each year he’d wear the silly suit.
But the beard and hair were from the roots.

Roots of a life well lived.
White as the snow on chimney tops
He never forgot the inner kid.
His love for life never stopped.

I lost one Santa as a youth.
Overhearing whispered truth
And again, it hurts to hear them say.
I’m sorry Santa died today.

 

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The Secret of the Cracks

In the light of yesterday’s Nightmare No waking hour And again today No bell To end the night And bring the light To close The pain The night did bring To end this bad dream Tomorrow will come I pray it so But yet it brings Another day on sadness row Against the curse of … Continue reading “The Secret of the Cracks”

In the light of yesterday’s
Nightmare
No waking hour
And again today
No bell
To end the night
And bring the light
To close
The pain
The night did bring
To end this bad dream
Tomorrow will come
I pray it so
But yet it brings
Another day on sadness row
Against the curse of time
No matter the defenses
The consequences
Death is the unavoidable nemesis.

I sat today in a church
Not my church
Staring at the life-size cross
Of wood
With cracks in seams
It seems the cracks are the same
As in my dreams
Sacrifice the blood
Give up the body
Lose life
The heart breaks
Split like the wood
​Yet life goes on
It has no choice
Just as the cross does not fall
It has no choice
It hangs by ropes
Tethered to the ceiling
Away from the floor
But reaching neither
So it hangs instead
As if trapped between heaven and hell
It never fell
Its cracks showing the assault of time
Like the body as it gives in
Too many days too many nights
Too long the fight
Too small the hope
Life cracks and splits like wood
The cracks
Healing not
Left in the heart
Hang on
No place to go
But the journey continues
Left hopeless to begin or end
Only to hold on and await
The waves of time
Until the final lonely moment
Takes me under
Then maybe I too will know
The secret of the cracks.