A
Christmas Poem
In the weeks before Christmas, I’ve run
to and fro...
not
bothered too much by the rain or some snow.
‘Tis the
season you see when I
gather some gifts…
as
gestures of love though now
mostly for kids.
Sometimes
it’s a pain ‘cause
it’s one of those days…
when a ton
of the worries snarl the
thoughts in my brain.
At the end
of such days when I
rest for a while…
some
scenes come to mind that finally bring on a smile.
I got
bumped and then shoved when I
picked up those gifts…
then next
heard apologies, got smiles
– unexpected lifts.
My giggles start then and laughter breaks out…
as I
suddenly realize what
Christmas is all about:
No matter
our worries or frantic pursuits….
Our bumps into each other are part of *God’s loop.
A bump then a shove that results in a smile…
is one way that *God’s love gets shared for a while.
Our bumps into each other are part of *God’s loop.
A bump then a shove that results in a smile…
is one way that *God’s love gets shared for a while.
A lovely sentiment beautifully expressed:)
ReplyDeleteThank you Julia - May snow fall soon to make your day...
DeleteWith sons & dogs, fun times at play.
A very merry Christmas - a wonderful New Year ahead.
So sweet & Christmas-y, Dody! You put so well all the nicest parts of the days leading up to Christmas Eve/-Day. Lovely poem! :-}
ReplyDeleteThank you, Nikki - A muse needs rest, some time to restore...
Deletethe time to gather snippets, write a new score.
Merry Christmas - hope your New Year is a great one!
Beautiful <3
ReplyDeleteThank you, Helle. Means a lot, coming from you xx
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