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SENSE OF BLISS

By MARC

Let this be a time of giving to all peoples of all religions for many it is already so

Let hearts breed love

and the sky bear snow

The longer the dark nights endure the more people fear

And grow unsure

the temptation of lunacy

always so near

Only being witness to the moon but spirits will brighten

For solstice cometh soon

and the earth will enlighten

countless souls perform age-old practices Steeped in ritual

many drink wine or eggnog in flask some feast some fast

others grow tired in the eye

As they stand night long in visual

a time of joy

For serf and sire

let embers crackle

From the chimney place fire

as old things pass on

And venture to the worlds that follow this

let new babes be born

And everyone everywhere finds their own sense of bliss

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