Thursday, December 31, 2015


Like snowflakes, we find a lighter way
to say the things we say,
as we approach the hallowed ground.

One by one our names are called,
in each new means to peace for all.

Then the sun comes out, and a child shouts,
as we silently touch down.


Jan said...

I love your thoughts and words and drawings, dear friend...I am looking forward to a continuation of our friendship for many, many, many years~

Happy New Year to you and your family and other loved ones!!!


William Michaelian said...

The same to you, Jan, with many thanks. It is an honor knowing you.

Jonathan Chant said...

Your beautiful poem lightly settles in my room on the first day of the year. Thank you, William.

William Michaelian said...

Thank you, Jonathan. May that be all the gravity we ever need to hold down this, our otherwise uplifting friendship.