Contributed by Nan Potts
If darkness grows oppressive,
Crushing soul until it cries
And hope of joy returning
Leaves you, squashed with its goodbyes…
When, fire of the hearth and heart
Hast dwindled into naught
And spirit, in many pieces lay,
Scattered, now are sought…
When surrounding world lays lifeless,
Either sere or tombed in white
And loneliness taps at your door
Chilling you with fright…
But wait, the tap gains cadence,
Tis no ghost but human hand
Which knocks upon your barricade,
Why for and what’s its plan?
Something moves you to address it,
An unexpected thing,
A flutter of desire, lost,
Poses now to ring…
When the door has opened,
A merry face appears,
The sturdy dam of sadness cracks;
Releasing grief with tears.
A mere voice heralds greetings,
Its tone is full of Joy,
A surge of Hope rekindled,
Tis such a glad-tide ploy…
“It’s Christmas, Friend!” It claims, “Rejoice!”
A smile spreads ‘cross your face.
With a nod its entrance made,
Your heart now fills with Grace…
Enter Light and Wonderment,
Christmas Spirit dost arrive,
To pay a call to one and all,
Restores Hope for us to thrive.
Now, tis the season to reflect
And not for you to jeer,
The time has come to offer Love,
Because it’s Christmas, cheer!