Listen to the reindeer,
Canaries of the family traditions.
Hidden is the gentle cardinal,
Singing its sweet song of constraint
and freedom.

Cleave to your faith, becoming
One with the light, as you
Perceive It — slithering
like a snake surfing
the waves of light
and darkness.

Upbraid your thoughts, lifting
your gaze upward and outward.
Collect the magic that rains
into your chalice.
“My cup runneth over…”
all the days
of my life.