Stand Still

stand still tis cold here on this Christmas day frigid winds blow in carry messages from the wide world “PEACE ON EARTH” good will toward men. did angels really sing those words? were they able to keep straight faces? we wish for Christmas all the right thoughts in fuzzy cards Santa Baby give me, give me sugar daddy to the masses bring me what I want. it is right there ignored by the pushing crowds able to commit devious acts to acquire this years toy or designer runners; to run to what? the peace is here all around buckets of it shovelled up with stained snow and detritus tossed aside because it is too simple to be the answer therefore dump it peace settles on quiet places unasked for yet, called in by spirit peace abhors turmoil and strife created in its name, in the search for what we already have; if we allow it.