Saturday, December 27, 2014
Penny Hackett-Evans––The Weary World Rejoices (poem)
The Weary World Rejoices
I like to walk
down our street
after dark
at this time of year,
seeing glimpses
of Christmas trees.
Trees that say Namaste
from within
darkened houses.
Divine inner lights
of a sort
reminding me
that I too
have an inner
divinity that I must
remember to
plug in – especially
when it is dark.
