Divine December

Come! Let's await the savior's arrival! Let the cold, though wild, be not our rival! Savior has seen season’s glee, yet trifle! Let's make him see many a revival! Not new clothes; we need to wear new selves now, To renew, doesn't a kite his self plow? Poor and needy, like flies, here, are many, Could we not be good patrons for any? Santa is not Jesus; let's change our view! Like shepherds heard calls from the angels first, Poor should have their places on our church pew! None in our eyes, from now, remain cursed! 18 November 2021 November or December Quatrain Poem Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger