Keeping Christmas Real
What if Christmas isn’t the “most wonderful time of the year”?

A Charlie Brown Christmas Tree
What if it’s lonely?
I’m sick,
I’m lost
It’s terminal?
What if I’m missing someone?
She’s gone away,
He’s gone to heaven
They’ve passed to I don’t know where?
What if it’s smothering?
They don’t understand
Won’t accept me back
This is as good as it’s ever gonna get?
What if I’m waiting?
I’m drumming,
I’m pacing
It’s not looking good?
Christmas isn’t wonderful then.
Not like they promised
Not like they sing
Not like the song says
Let NOT the bells ring.
Christmas is not wonderful.
But Christ still is.
Born again in us, this day.
The spirit of life,
That overcomes sickness,
finds us in our losing,
breathes life into our suffocation,
understands, accepts, keeps,
and never leaves.
Even when Christmas is not wonderful,
It’s essential.
Not what we want,
but what we so dearly,
dearly, need.
Merry Christmas, friends.
Posted on December 25, 2015, in Advent, Christ, God, poetry and tagged born in us, Christmas, health, lonely, prayer, sickness. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.
So very true. Words I clung to yesterday.