A Christmas Poem



 

 

 

                   

Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

 

 I’m afraid my Christmas spirit has fizzled just like those blow-up Santas and snowmen people put in their front yards at this time of year that lie in airless puddles each morning.

 

Trying to come up with something to write about, I got some old photo albums that I hoped might inspire me.  Much to my surprise, one of them turned out  to be full of poems composed by my mother that I hadn’t read in years. 

 

Unlike the doggerel verse I write, my mother’s poetry was… what shall I say, serious?  Much of it she successfully published.  When I came upon a poem she’d written about Christmas,  I realized it expressed the same sort of feelings I’m having about this season, so… no column this week, but best wishes for a joyful Christmas.

 

       Christmas Thoughts

         By

          Alice Dickinson Robinson

 

Dear Lord, forgive the clutterings we strew

Across an hour that once was clean and bare;

The gilt and tinsel trappings hang anew

Upon a truth so humbly nurtured there;

Forgive the meaning lost, the word mislaid

In all the fevered rush of this bazaar

And quicken foolish children who have made,

With backs to heaven, a wistful paper star.

 

The Three are gone; so many men are wise;

Half-heartedly, confused by myriad ways

We face the East – The wonder-flooded skies

Are dark… we rest upon our shallow days.

Forgive that we are sheep who nibble sod

And not the Shepherd, searching out his God.

 

  

    

       WISHING YOU

   A JOYFUL CHRISTMAS 

 

                AND A PROSPEROUS 2013