Underneath the holiday buzz
Weaving through the collision of flesh and bones on the constant wave of commerce, save the moments well spent in the intertwining of voices raised
Shivering cold spell from block walked and blocks held in deep spell of lights and trees on display for knees knock and teeth chatter lips part for laughter splatter on sidewalks with no remorse of heat in the form of breath released and evaporated like steam from hot coffee cup hands warm bliss
Sirens blaze traffic haze seems slower when it pays to be home with the family indulging in time spent together away from rat race fast pace stop motion white noise making ends meet with a silent strain, trade it all in for moments of joy
When money is scarce we cherish the immaterial things that cause that four letter feeling that could never be bought
with monetary means when souls sings of the memories we share
There are people in the streets who have nothing to eat a daily routine in Gotham’s boroughs and beats upon the shoulders of compassion Goodwill toward all reads the writing on the wall as the entrance to salvations Army is called the gateway to a strangers resting place
All these people and sounds resounding in crowds of concrete and cinder block landscape each paving a path in the pavement that cracks to reveal we all have a common Cornerstone to refuse or embrace
The Holidays pace slows down and in its place a feeling that can’t be denied we are all from one blood that becomes thinner when mud and the sludge of greed, survival and need intercede,instead we should sever the differences we’ve never had the chance to see with clear eyes.
So reach out a hand to a stranger and stand on the cusp of the realization you can make a ripple effect of compassion and love. Give of yourself and revive ten fold back to gain another jewel in your crown.
