2020 was a strange year, twelve months of lines drawn
to shut friends out, to invite new friends in or to isolate inside a cubicle.
We have been exhausted by a pandemic and politics.
In the now, we seek a greater meaning as we view the abstract
created to limit our movement, a rethinking of our place in the larger picture.
Give each person a T-square (reason) and color (attitude).
Some rage at the T-square, throw it through glass, shatter the possibilities;
others will put the T-square in a dark closet so the tool is not a reminder;
the wise study the T-square and draw hope, virtue and the future.
Just a T-square. Just reason. What is just in this season?
Some pick up their pallet of colors and choose to paint the room black,
throw black against the canvases other carry, destroying the beauty;
others lock doors and minds, paint beautiful pictures while Rome burns;
the wise examine the landscape, find perspective, balance light and dark.
Just color. Just attitude. What is just in this season?
Strange Christmas poem – T-squares and color –
if our T-squares become swords, people die;
if our T-squares build bridges, we live; and
if we open our hearts to our own brightly colored gifts
and to the gifts of others, we not only live, we thrive!