Aromatic as a knotted garden, / of lavender, lemon balm, rosemary and thyme, / blended hearts bloom and flourish both together, / survive as one, through storm and blight sustained.

Full moon, and then new harmony / about a shepherd, “Gentle Jesus, meek and mild…” / caring for his flock, providing pasture after desolation, / healing wounds and giving gentle rest. Dry bones /...

I blow the gossamer away, softly, / remembering the craftsman-artist who spoke / the word within the potter’s wheel, who fired / the kiln in the beginning.

But see, beyond the gaudy gloom and woe, / above the pseudo ‘ho-ho-ho’, a star / of hope is shining still for all of us / who kneel and bring a gift...