Tuesday, December 24, 2013

Christmas Poem

This is our twenty-second annual Christmas poem. Almost all have been written specifically for Christmas, most in the year they were sent. But this year demanded retrieving an old one...some of you have read it...some more than once. But it is my offering, humbly given. We wish for you all the blessings of the season. It is my fervent belief that God is ever seeking to speak to us...not watching, but reaching out...not waiting to pounce on the naughty, nor simply rewarding the nice, but longing to commune with us...all of us, and ever longing to see us live in community with each other. God does not shout us down or quash us in an angry hand. In the quietness of a snow flurry, God speaks to us, that still, small, voice, soft as a single snowflake:

Alone, awash amidst this sea of spruce
And pine I sit. Into the rising fog
I gaze as if to see some mystic realm.

Enchantment drew me to this holy hill
By promising a glimpse of heaven's bliss,
But haze and heavy clouds obscure my view.
The gloom, my doom it is, I think, to see.

What is it like to dream of future days
And not of nightmares past? The wintry blasts
Come howling through my brain. Yet on the winds
Of pain a solitary snowflake floats.

Someday the snow will fall and bury all
My shame beneath its pristine flow, and I
Will know at last a season of new hope.

This is the promise of the manger.

Merry Christmas!


Linda said...

Merry, Merry Christmas Dana and Michael. Thank you for the wonderful poem. Peace and love be with you and your extended families around the globe and mostly in North Carolina. I am sending love and good wishes,

Linda, Kathy, Jeff, Tim, Hailey, Heather, Jeremy, Natasha and Griffin. xoxoxoxo

NCmountainwoman said...

Lovely. Thanks for sharing it with us. Merry Christmas!

Karen said...

A belated Merry Christmas, although the season continues as do my well-wishes for you and Dana.

Beautiful poem.