Agonizing Christmas Days
Agonizing Christmas days in the infirmary
There I was, vanquishing ailment-inflicted misery
Beseeching the Lord for miraculous victory*
While soberly pondering Emmanuel’s birth story
…marvelously wondrous in human history.
On his intensive care unit’s bed, ailing
Dad groaned in pain, health grievously failing
Afflicted since affected, I hated my own wailing
While beholding my dear human fortress grueling
…struggling, for the Saviour’s mercy, calling.
Yuletide 2018 scenes remained vivid in my heart
Now being relived as caroling does start
Still I’m stricken by gripping sorrow-dart
While hospital memories I could not outsmart
…linger, hearing Dad’s voice singing his baritone part.
Today, I pray for God’s gracious cheers so bright
In celebrating Christmas with bouncing-up might
Gathering not to mourn, but to enjoy reunion delight
While thanking the Lord for His goodness-height
…commemorating Dad’s first death anniversary aright.
*1Corinthians 15:57 But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.
December 17, 2019
2nd place, "Second Chance" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Richard Lamoureux; judged on 2/17/2020.
Copyright © Beata Agustin | Year Posted 2019
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