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Christmas love
spreads joyfully to
friends, new and old, as
natural as mountain streams
flow under
ice and snow
still moving, to join.
Harmony
comes from sharing a
round table. Buddha
Mohammad,
Jesus, Confucius,
Abraham, Gandhi
and Luther invite a pope
to break bread
under one God
that all pray to here
in Gwangju,
there in Amsterdam,
and Davao, where the
hunt for food
and water reverts to old
ways, not the
usual Christmas,
but children scramble
for goodies
like coconuts, fruit, rare meat
while we feast
on turkey, baked so
well, spring rolls folded
and rolled by
hands so delicate you can’t
imagine
what they’ve done. Merry
Christmas everyone.
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