Is It Too Late
Is it too late?
The days have slipped by so fast,
missed the carols,
missed the tree lighting,
missed Santa's arrival,
missed most of the Christmas shows with (catch up in July);
and there it is
the grand awaited day,
hovering in the universe,
on the very edge of time,
holding out, ready to start again;
patient
but only for this moment,
waiting on rememberance
years and Christmas days passed,
to be recognized for all it is;
awaiting celebration
after all the gifts are exchanged,
after all the presents are unwrapped,
after the great feast is eaten,
after each of us succumbs to the festivities;
waiting just a little bit longer, loving, ever patient
to be celebrated as it was,
to be remembered for its simplicity,
to focus on a child's birth,
to be ready for the world to awaken
and end its wait
for a savior, redeemer of heart and soul
for a child born of innocence,
for love and hope
for the future.
Is it too late?
haven't missed, have I,
if it comes round again,
will it be waiting
still waiting
for me?
Copyright © Dm Babbit | Year Posted 2017
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