A Christmas Bench
It had snowed all of Christmas day-
Most of my beloved are gone now,
so in the park I stroll and stray;
where snow has fallen on each bough.
The park is empty except for me,
and under trees in prayer, I rest.
This bench could easily fit three.
Yes, I feel sadness in my chest.
Yet, the beauty of falling snow,
and the winter scene that I behold;
gives me a smile and a warm glow,
that I sit not feeling the cold.
God created for me, this scene.
He filled my heart with inner calm,
and air crisp, fresh and clean.
I thank him with hands palm to palm
on Christmas day and everyday-
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November 14, 2018 (edit December 24, 2019)
Poetry/Rhyme/A Christmas Bench
Copyright Protected ID 18-1211-232-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to FFI Special Christmas Blog Series
Brian Strand
Podium Place 2
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2019
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