POETRY: Season's Greetings: A Poem From Carolyn Howard-Johnson

Out of Malibu: America's Fulfillment of Prophecy Prophecy: "Yet out of you shall come forth to Me the one to be ruler in Israel, Whose goings forth are from of old, From everlasting."

Malibu celebrates the young son's birthday. Every November the city installs a family of balsa on this bluff in a lean-to, here where they would feel at home -- if they could feel. Sunshine. familiar palms. A sea like Sinai's. Unintended, they become graven images, feet statue-still. Once they were folk, now they're revered, waiting, waiting for a miracle to come. Their design never to be worshipped, they ask this night of nights for compassion. And, lo! A birthday gift in this new age. A white star in LA's skies, usually seen dim through Pacific's fog, now a silver sequin. Their feet quicken from carvings to flesh, their robes soften, the child's skin now luminescent wears still a circlet of strawflowers placed on his head by Our Lady of Malibu's first grade class. The choice to stay or go away now theirs, they leave behind those who thought they loved them but imposed burdens beyond endurance. They travel interstate byroads at night when they will not frighten other sojourners, they -- homeless, shoeless, unfamiliar robes, faces still immobile from decades practicing the art of crèche. Now, in mountain blizzard -- unlike weather they had ever known -- a new kind of pageant, idols unnoticed in the snow. A trek, an adventure, a calling! As Chaucer's pilgrims sought redemption, they trudge East. The babe burrows for warmth beneath its father's robes. Here an arch marks a river, mighty as any they had seen, this monster land, roads like veins, Mapquest's blue design. Unlike worshippers, they follow no light but their own, come upon an open swath, Washington's obelisk, rotunda like Rome's, somehow their kin, erected for the ages. Beneath their feet the Post, sodden, headline bawls War. Fine drizzle diffused by starlight they stand before another, newer wailing wall, a granite gash. This, this! their destination. Rain turns to doilies (as this small tribe turned from human tissue to wood and back again), decorates their cloaks, caps, hoods, slides down the polished façade before them. Wet-white punctuations attach themselves to incised names on this family's own reflected images. The infant reaches out his hand to quench the flow.

Carolyn Howard-Johnson is the author of a chapbook of poetry, Tracings, published by Finishing Line Press, available on Amazon,

Carolyn Howard-Johnson
Award-winning author of This Is the Place, Harkening, Tracings, and the HowToDoItFrugally Series of Books for writers. Introducing 2nd in the series,

The Frugal Editor
( http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0978515870/
) after The Frugal Book Promoter. Both are winners USA Book News' Best Book award.

Blogs: http://www.TheNewBookReiew.blogspot.com

And now blogging on War. Peace. Tolerance and Our Soldiers at: http://warpeacetolerance.blogspot.com .

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