Christmas Prayer

for the Four Corgis

Moon, defend us. Lock the gross things out
This Christmas. Inspirit us to grin,
To push the demon cares to rout
And close the near and small things in:
Homely lovely little things like
Two small dogs ticking by
My side on walks, alike
As kids by daddy, my
Fuzzy grounders knitting
Me to muteness every night.
It's all, enough. Stars flitting
Out like a mother's mind, the flight
Of continents adrift like false friends -
Screw 'em, all these cosmic trends.
We've done enough for them already.
Keep the home things close and steady.

View Joe Wrobel recording this poem