Gather close for Christmas . . .


Gather close for Christmas;
the year grows dark and cold.
Last leaves are falling;
loving hands take hold.

Family round the table
warms the room with laughter;
old, familiar carols
shake the church's rafters.

But what of those who are gone?
Tonight I see them here:
fingers that hung the lights,
lifted a glass of cheer.

When I am gone,
where will they be?
Bells of Christmas, ring for them.
Bells of Christmas, ring for me.

Frank Beck

Earth Day 2017

I remember Earth.
To step outside on a summer evening,
listening to the voice of the one you loved,
was almost more than we could bear. 

But we could not make it last.
We asked too much of her,
and everything she asked
of us we waved away.

One last regret? That as she
passes, all our memories go with her.

Frank Beck
April 22, 2015

A walking song

Can I make my way into the distance?
Help me find the road I'm on.
I've had enough surrender and persistence.
Just one step, and I'm gone.