As the Christmas lights dim and carolling ceases,
Children’s toys litter the floor in pieces –
My reflective mood comes to the surface again;
Time to stop and pick up the pen!
I’m too old to believe in fairytale life,
As I read of bushfires and growing strife,
Yet there’s something that gives me hope for the ‘morrow –
Setting my confidence, parting from sorrow.
I keep coming back, knowing once more,
I must share these thoughts, each heart I implore;
That babe in the manger not weak as we thought –
He took on hell and in power he fought –
His death stamping out the sting in our own;
We no longer had to go it alone.
Hope came to us that Christmas night –
And when all has gone dark, He will be our light.
Traditions come and go but His love will remain,
Holding us through seasons of joy and pain;
Guiding us when our way is unclear –
Steadfast every day of the year.
© M. Patterson 2.1.20
This was a beautiful read. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
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And to you too! Finally felt like writing!!! Best wishes for 2020.
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Thought-provoking words.
Happy New Year !
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Happy New Year to you as well!
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