Tis the season to be jolly,
yet all seems silent in the night?
I hear no christmas songs,
nor greetings from a smiling face.
Tis the season for giving,
yet everywhere I go, there is a quest to buy.
Hurry, all pushing people spending your money,
wasted time without truely giving is living in a lie.
Tis the season to be jolly,
sing songs from the soul, wear a wreath of holly
yet I barely hear whispers of Jesus
or see his words in deeds.
I Call his holy name and hope
aIl will find a sound, a thoughtful moment,a space with a smile.
I believe deep in each living soul is a sleeping love, lost and lonely.
All who show us sights of Holy worship fill an empty space.
Grace comes to those without a judgeing face.
Smile at all and feel no disgrace
Today is for love, and hate, it has no place.
"A MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL
AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT"
as I silently fly out of sight
I hope all find someway to fill their hearts with joy.
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Annie, so brilliant, and so eternally true. "wasted time without truely giving is living in a lie" is coupled nicely with " I believe in each living soul is a sleeping love, lost and lonely." and I completely agree with you. I really appreciate how the last stanza leaves a sense of hope because I havn't been finding it anywhere else
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Merry Christmas
Ah, Minto I have been asleep to little and awake, not at all. I thank you for still being on-line with thoughts that move me toward life. Minto your my present for the holy days and all you give adds to my soul. God bless you , Annie
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