Sense Makes Little Sense This Time of Year

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Sense makes little sense this time of year. Each has reason to dispense with reason. As darkness soon descends, the festive season Shines out upon vast rolling fields of fear. Old customs still survive, long loved and dear, Now bought and sold, it's true, as is the fashion, Still filling faith with poetry and passion, Giving to dark days a touch of cheer. Reason says there's little cause for worry: Electric lights have long since tamed the darkness; Even winter doesn't wish us harm, Taught to be a nuisance well contained. In our hearts, though, time still stirs the slurry; Now the dark stokes fears of nothingness. Gifts mean more, and love becomes the warm Sanctum in which hope can be sustained. Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.