Christmas Miracle
CHRISTMAS MIRACLE
Tinsel and glittering childen’s lights mean nothing
To the aged in shop doorways, hungry and sleeping.
Churches filled with strong believers, with smiles
For fellow worshippers, mean nothing, when for miles
Your world is a pushed shop-trolley filled with rags
And you carry all your life in two plastic bags.
Miraculously the glitter could become supper,
The tinsel could change into a warm room upper.
Then the Christmas warmth of the churchgoers strong
And the laughter of the season - could belong
To every one of God’s children
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Entered in Carolyn Devonshire's Contest Your Christmas Miracle
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2011
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