Sometimes the worst of things, will split the world wide open
No notice of a holiday, it can shake us 'til we're broken...
Like a box of glass, we're left the task to pick through shards of "then"
to see if there is one, small thing, to glue back "what had been"
Impossible, we found instead, it was far too much to ask.
What came crashing like a meteor, had crushed our yuletide cheer
It stared us in the face, but only left despair
Our spirit for a season, drew clouds, instead of grace
Bereft of joy ....What was left, to us..was barren, not a trace
But the gift of friendship, came to our door, in the coldest darkest hour
It came to lift us up, gave us strength, and gave us power
Tragedy, once knocked us down, when we were least expecting
So numb we were, from shock and grief, and empty tears would spring
The joy we knew, had always known, was here, but then, was gone
The plans we made, were swept away, how could we carry on?
But friends were there, to bring a smile, to make us laugh, to fix a meal
A modest tree, came all adorned, by loving hands, a wreath and more
So pillow soft, warm arms were there, they gave us time, to heal
And looking back, I see it now, the greatest gift I know
the best of gifts, in the worst of times, does not come wrapped in bows
For Deb Wilson's Contest: Perfect Gift