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Mysterious Ways: A True Christmas Story

A true story, based on family oral tradition
from the oldest part of the city of Bern,
capitol of Switzerland, where my mother was
born and raised, in the Nydegghoff)

He lighted the candle with a quivering hand,
his overcoat seeming to weigh down the old man.
He paused in the aisle to genuflect,
and wondered if God knew his heart was a wreck.

He found a pew and got to his knees,
hands clasped together, he sent out his pleas.
He is old and he's tired, now he's alone,
his wife died last Spring, now his house wasn't home.

They'd been blessed with one son, he'd died in the war,
and now there was nothing for him to live for.
He prayed until his knee pain was great,
then sat back in the pew and tried not to shake.

The cathedral was beautiful; he loved the stained glass,
but, oh, they brought memories of Sundays past.
How could he make it through Christmas alone
in a house that was empty, no longer a home?

The kitchen was silent and cold as a tomb,
but her scent lingered on in their modest bedroom.
He said one last prayer, then rose to his feet,
genuflecting again, he went out on the street.

He walked home near blindly, not even aware
of the snow that was landing on his shoulders and hair.
He was cold inside, his heart like a stone,
and he felt completely and utterly alone.

He turned down his street, saw his porch light's glow,
and only then realized it had started to snow.
He opened his gate, thought of making some soup,
but froze in his tracks at the sight on the stoop.

On his porch sat a basket, the old wicker kind,
he thought for a moment, he was losing his mind.
Inside the basket that sat on his mat,
were three tiny kittens and one momma cat.

What a pitiful sight, so cold and so thin,
he scooped up the basket and hurried them in.
He found some canned tuna and warmed up some milk,
gently petting the babies, whose fur was like silk.

He never discovered who left those cats there,
but, as his love grew, he no longer cared.
His wife had loved cats and this comforted him,
as they slept on his head, or tucked under his chin.

The kittens grew quickly, as they're wont to do,
amused by their antics, his love grew and grew.
There was laughter and joy 'til the end of his days,
for God works, as you know, in mysterious ways.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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Date: 12/19/2009 8:47:00 PM
A beautiful story indeed! Congrats on your win for Carolynn's contest. Merry Christmas, Caroline.
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Date: 12/7/2009 6:04:00 AM
A wonderful story, well written! Congratulations on your Ist Place win in Carolyn's Contest, "Christmas in My Home Town"! Peace and love, Audrey
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Date: 12/3/2009 3:05:00 PM
Beautiful, heartfelt story. Thank you so much for sharing and congratulations on your well deserved first place win in the contest. Love, Lainie
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Date: 12/2/2009 8:40:00 PM
Such a moving and inspiring poem :) no wonder this won first place, Danielle :0 Super congrats on bagging first place :) thank you for sharing such a wonderful story with us :)
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Date: 12/2/2009 11:48:00 AM
Danielle, what a most wonderful poem, it's one of the best i have read on the Soup, and it's heading to my favs >> James
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Date: 12/1/2009 10:42:00 PM
Danielle, I'm so pleased that your story took first place. It is wonderful! Many blessings to you this season. You will be in my thoughts and prayers. Hugs, Donna
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Date: 12/1/2009 7:04:00 PM
Congratulations Danielle on this heart touching Christmas poem and your well deserved first place win. Love, Joyce
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Date: 12/1/2009 6:21:00 PM
Hi, Danielle. Congratulations on your first prize in Carolyn's Christmas contest. It is a fabulous poem full of emotion, love, kindness and hope. My heart-felt blessings to you for a very speedy recovery. This is the first miracle, the second is yet to come! Smile and your fears will vanish by the Grace of God. Love, light, smiles and hugs from Andrew.
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Date: 12/1/2009 3:47:00 PM
Congrats, Danielle, on your winning poem in Carolyn's contest.. well deserved win.. many blessings to u for a speedy recovery.. luv.. Linda-Marie, P.E.P.S. "Sweetheart"
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Date: 12/1/2009 1:16:00 PM
What a wonderful story, Danielle. Surely a well deserved winning poem. Congratulations! ~ Carrie
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Date: 12/1/2009 1:06:00 PM
Great story , well rhymed and well deserved win , Danielle . Congrats ....
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Date: 12/1/2009 10:39:00 AM
Congratulations on your first-place win! Your poem truly stood out! Merry Christmas, Carolyn
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Date: 12/24/2008 11:54:00 AM
This was touching, going into my favs. Wonderful story. God Bless. Vince
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Date: 12/24/2008 4:36:00 AM
This story is wonderful! The rhyme and rhythm is perfect and the ending uplifting! What a lovely story of faith of pass on. Thank you for your thoughtful comment. Merry Christmas to you and yours! Love, Robin
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Date: 12/23/2008 8:25:00 AM
What a warm, and fuzzy Christmas story....it makes one smile, and knowing it is a true story, brings tears! ~ Beautiful! Happy Holidays, Danielle!! ~ Love, Carrie
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Date: 12/22/2008 7:52:00 PM
Well-paced, well-told story. What a pleasant, heart-warming read! Brian
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Date: 12/22/2008 4:29:00 PM
Beautiful story...yes, God does know our needs, and when we least expect anything, there is something special for us....Merry Christmas, always, Christy
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