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Saturday, January 19, 2013

Christmas Poem

I authored this poem for my brother-in-law after prolonged, earnest meditation over a Thomas Kinkade painting. It composed the majority of his Christmas present and he immediately acknowledged it as the visionary masterpiece that it unquestionably is.

When life is dark
And the forest is dreary
Look towards the north
To your sanctuary.
All can be dismal
And you may feel miserable
Look at the light inside
Let it warm your insides
Like the hearth of a warm home.

Like the deer in the woods
Sometimes our hearts are hungry
Looking for foods
We often get lonely.
But there is a home
Made of majestic stones
That the snow has made white
So our hearts may be bright
All thanks to the Painter of Light.


Your little-brother-in-law

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