Confuse not mercy with weakness
\nConfuse weakness not with an upset liver
\nAnd confuse not an upset liver with love
\nIt is the shape of the silence
\nWhich defines the sound
\nLike winter rubbing against summer
\nEach refines the other<\/p>\n

Only certain curtains can be drawn
\nThe rest must be endured
\nThe souring sermons
\nThe centered self serving
\nThe lion den Christians in Coliseum stands
\nTwixt ape and angel wandering
\nTorn between the knowledge
\nAnd the need<\/p>\n

Do I worship the moon or sun
\nOr yet the blooded one?
\nI bloat and smell
\nDecay in age
\nThe focus runs<\/p>\n

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Good Man of Solstice Morning<\/strong><\/p>\n
gather berry, gather bough
\nevergreen and mistletoe
\nhang them high and lay them low
\ngood man of solstice morning<\/p>\n
foxes fresh from hunters\u2019 skill
\nwear their fur to chase the chill
\nwrap yourself in man\u2019s goodwill
\ngood man of solstice morning<\/p>\n
raise your voice and give a toast
\nwassail for the harvest\u2019s ghost
\njoin in tribute to our host
\ngood man of solstice morning<\/p>\n
roasted duckling, boar and hare
\nfruit and grain, a feast to share
\nfind me waiting for you there
\ngood man of solstice morning<\/p>\n
hand in hand, the circle grows
\nsinging, dancing as it snows
\nbring this old year to a close
\ngood man of solstice morning<\/p>\n
from the flames the sparks take flight
\nwinging hope into the light
\npromise me you\u2019ll stay this night
\ngood man of solstice morning<\/p>\n
late to come, too soon to leave
\nbid farewell but do not grieve
\nwear my token on your sleeve
\ngood man of solstice morning<\/p>\n
seasons turn another year
\nwhen the yule logs next appear
\nfind me waiting for you here
\ngood man of solstice morning<\/p>\n
~ Dianne Borsenik<\/p>\n
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