My Christmas wish to all of you...

Come one, come all, heed the whisper

of breeze shifting morasses.

Find you here a holding--

shelter from wind and rains.

Find you here a healing--

poultice of herbs and mosses.

Find you here serenity--

my hand, yours, clasped and idle

under time's relentless progress

until the stitch and struggle

for peace is made holy.

by Sheri Fresonke HarpeR

Comments: 3

Edward H. Dec 23, 2006, 10:49pm EST

I understand and appreciate this poem but I have a problem with the plural form of morasses even though the symbology is clear.

Carol Roach Dec 24, 2006, 7:01pm EST

wonderful poem and merry christmas to you

Marcia T. Dec 28, 2006, 7:55am EST

Find you here ---
holiday wishes gathering for you.