Spirit of Christmas
The ghost of Christmases past
Left me a gift
On Christmas eve
As I slept.
It was a present meant to last,
Bound to uplift,
Help me believe,
And I wept.
I, an awestruck child
Who had nothing
Yet was standing
Beside an ancient king
Before the Christchild.
I received the same grace
As my lips formed the word....
Hallelujah!
I beheld the same face
As angel's voices I heard
Sing Hallelujah!!
Whether or not I dreamed
Meant little to me,
For in that moment it seemed
That I could see
In that simple Nativity
The Star of all Eternity.
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Written December 6th, 2001
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don't touch it!
Wow, a beautiful write. Truly amazing.
Meg -
don't touch it!
Sometimes we believe in something so strongly that it doesn't matter whether it's real or not. -Brandon -
excellent
beautiful. nice stanza breaks. -
This is truly a beautiful poem with a beautiful message...I have a different illusion of 'ghosts' now as compared to a few years ago... 'Ghosts' of Christmases past actually has some meaning for me. I think what I liked best was 'whether or not I dreamed...' that was good, m
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A beautiful experience expressed so wonderfully. I like the emotion conveyed in this poem. Thanks
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Exquisite reflection of a moment of startling faith.
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