Now begins my favorite part of the year- the days between Christmas and New Years Day. Take the clock down from the wall. There are enough leftovers to survive on. All the books I haven’t read. Firewood. Four wheel drive. Town is there if we need it. Bedtime is whenever we get tired. Morning is whenever we wake up.
If we’re lucky, it’ll snow. That’s when the peace is undeniable, like heaven without death. That’s a day you remember when you’re old and senile and flipping through the brittle pages of your life. The steam from everything warm. The whiteness of the world. The laughter of children in the woods. Maybe you were one of them. Maybe you always were and you just forgot.
I’ll see y’all on the other side of heaven. I hope this time is timeless for you too. If it’s not, I hope you remember when it was. That’s how it lives forever, right now.
we are in heaven
the sky is an illusion
like any border
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"You've Changed, a collection of masterful poems by Jonathan Byrd, leaves me with hope. Takes me through darkness, past sorrow, to the other side of despair, past the losses, the crosses, beyond surrender. Offers a glimpse of the star field where there are no more words. Just the gentle glow of eternity. Hope. What more could I ask of a collection of poems?"
-- Mary Gauthier