Into the Holiday Season

I wrote this tanka while watching Jeopardy tonight, because Alex Trebek said, “We are now well into the holiday season.” For those who don’t know, he passed away shortly before Thanksgiving, but because he had recorded several weeks of shows in advance, they are airing those. It was eerie that he said that on the show because he didn’t get to actually get into the holiday season. So, looking at my family’s Christmas tree, which we put up just a few days ago, I wrote this, also for the Christmas Challenge day 8.

Christmas tree watches
Alex Trebek on TV —
Enlighten the room

Ornamental memories,
Mementos hang from branches

macro shot photography of christmas stockings ornament on a christmas tree
Photo by Craig Adderley on Pexels.com

Grace Far Surpassed

I wrote this today because today, in the Catholic Church, we celebrate the Immaculate Conception of the Blessed Virgin Mary. The image below is my favorite painting of Our Lady.

Although in Adam all have stain of sin,
Through Christ abundant life can enter in:
So far beyond what we could think or ask,
Grace far surpassed.

When salvation’s newest phase had begun,
The Father made a mother for His Son:
When the appointed time had come at last,
Grace far surpassed.

Almighty God preserved her from all stain,
Christ’s loving mother Mary we all gained:
The role of the new Eve set to be cast,
Grace far surpassed.

https://fraangelicoinstitute.files.wordpress.com/2012/09/blessed-virgin-mary.jpg

We interrupt your regularly scheduled programming….

Some governors will have blood on their hands. If they think staying home is safer, they don’t realize that supposed refuges can run red with the blood of the despairing. Unsympathetic people call those who bring this fact to light “covidiots,” but I think that what’s more “covidiotic” is having a monolithic fixation on one issue. Depression and other issues make people really tired of Blursday following Blursday, wishing that “anthropause” would take it’s claws out of all the broken hearts.

Your regularly scheduled poem has been interrupted by this thing, because my brain has short-circuited.

Also, I know that the word “red” is supposed to be for a Christmas writing challenge, and this is the opposite of Christmassy.  This was also inspired by a prompt at Poets and Storytellers United.

mistletoe is green,
Santa’s hat is red,
there are other things than Covid
which can make us dead

There’s your poem. 🙂