On That Day
Torrents of misfortune rained down
Swollen rivers of grief overflowed
threatening to sweep us apart
but not on that day
On that day all wrongs were righted
Curses dissolved into blessings
Tension melted in the glow of good will
Evil evaporated in the light of truth
Despair fell victim to hope
Death succumbed to life
Sipping Eggnog spiked with Rum
Hugging our sons and our daughters
Gently scolding wayward grandchildren
Slapping old friends on the back
Bragging and telling tall tales
Laughing hysterically at our lies
On that day there were no missing pieces
On that day the wounded world was healed
On that welcome Christmas Day
it all made sense
Copyright © Tim Ryerson | Year Posted 2015
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