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.

Jill Hlavaty said...

Taking a look back in time again. Working my way through this maze of wonderful words. I am a bit confused as to how I manage to reach you on this blog. I don't remember signing up with google but i suppose I surely did at some point. If you read this fine, if not I will still continue on with this journey through Recently Banned Literature from the newest to the oldest. If you're out there, have a great last week of November 2017.

William Michaelian said...

I’m out there, Jill — in fact, some would insist I am way out there.

Thank you for taking the time to sift through the archive. As far as I’m aware, you are one of the very few who do.

Thanks again, and warm wishes.