December descends
Advent begins
Tinsel is hung
Jingle bells ring
Small children dream
Of Santa Claus
Big children party
Wine is poured
The days shorter now
Dark winter nights
Trees are decorated
Adorned with lights
Gifts are wrapped
Cards are sent
Rich food is eaten
Much money is spent
Somewhere in the mayhem
The real message is hidden
Frankie touched upon it
When The Power Of Love was written
It captures the true essence
Of what it means to me
A sentiment that can be lost
In the consumerism and frivolity
A time to turn within
To reconnect with source
A time to process the waning year
Release it without remorse
A time to make amends
And turn over a new, blank page
And prepare to write the next chapter
A time to begin again.
Rachel Rhodes 