| SENSE OF BLISS By MARC Let this be a time of giving to all peoples of all religions for many it is already so Let hearts breed love and the sky bear snow The longer the dark nights endure the more people fear And grow unsure the temptation of lunacy always so near Only being witness to the moon but spirits will brighten For solstice cometh soon and the earth will enlighten countless souls perform age-old practices Steeped in ritual many drink wine or eggnog in flask some feast some fast others grow tired in the eye As they stand night long in visual a time of joy For serf and sire let embers crackle From the chimney place fire as old things pass on And venture to the worlds that follow this let new babes be born And everyone everywhere finds their own sense of bliss il