Eighty Christmases ago, plus one
between the WAR (‘twas said) TO END ALL WARS
and World War II, my life had just begun.
Now my waning memory has stored

a few more wars, plus many killing fields
around the globe.  And here I sit, secure
wondering what this century will yield
even as my recollections blur.

The clashes of the darkness and the light
I’ve seen — have been involved in some —
have been amazed to see the bleakest nights
turn toward the dawn — some battles finally won.

And now we’re poised to celebrate new birth.
Against all odds we pray for peace on earth.

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