The Forgotten Path
When the waning sun passes its equinox
when winter’s chilly days grow short and cold
when comes the rush of season’s holidays
when crystal stars shine bright and bold.
A wondrous time of celebration nears
on a glittering path that is festive and gay
lined with gilded gifts and Christmas trees
and a hearty Santa Claus in grand array.
A wide path of mirth paved with festive lights
where little ones are led by merry elves
with Cheshire Cat smiles and magical music
offering tasty delights to try for themselves.
Along the forgotten path another light appears
a star, so singular, yet not so very far away
a humble path, that often goes unnoticed
where cluttered weeds have grown along the way.
Few are those who venture onto the narrow path
for if they did, they would witness a different place
a humble scene with a Holy babe, lying in a manger
Lord Jesus, Savior and Redeemer of the human race.
11/18/2022
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