Goodwill To All Men

by : JP Leddy

In the cold , stark  numbing days that

melt into grey merging into grey 

where angry, tired faces  glance away and elsewhere

seem to mark the year no matter the season 

one only hopes the tinsel and colored lights

and the hymns that fill the air will open

hearts to warm the barrenness with lighted fires

of kindness that acts of giving turn the blight into

the fertile valley of  brotherhood  where  lack is unknown and 

goodwill to to all men is abundant