Welcome Christmas

At Christmas when the lonely sit alone;
when the day has come at last.
There's a hesitation for your soul
that a present comes to ghast.

Where the thought of who was giving
brought a moment joy would laugh.
And the spirit was caught rising
to disgrace the life we staff.

Though the cards weren't on the table
and the path was clearly marked.
Still you wonder where mistaken
your decicions laid unharked.

That you welcome your sadition
your own fate has put you in.
Knowing no way was anothers
or your path has let you been.

And you sigh from what is comfort
knowing you might see the past.
When you know it's cause the future
wasn't hindered for your mast.

And the thought of gifts from others
makes you feel you're loved from heart.
Where the memory of their actions
only feeds a soul to start.

That you open up your present
and you feel the love flow out.
And your thankful that you waited
for the thought you've kept cast out.

And you wish them Merry Christmas
from the bottom of your heart.
Knowing what's more than the future
than the carrot of the scart.

And you welcome Christmas morning
with the angels of the lord.
When you welcome what is Christmas
when not seen through it's accord.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Devonshire Avatar
December 2, 2018 at 1:14 PM
You are right. We do shape our own destinies, Trevor. Though I will visit neighbors on Christmas, it could be one spent alone if I didn't make the effort. In a spiritual sense, we are never alone and that is a big part of Christmas for me. Really appreciate not only the skillful writing in your poem, but the message as well. Hope your holidays are merry, Carolyn
Mcleod Avatar
December 4, 2018 at 11:00 AM
Thanks Carolyn. I appreciate the kind words. Yes; Christmas is our neighbor. True. And...yes; memories are carried to others. May little gestures see you through the holidays and have a happy Christmas. More or less. LOL Trevor
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