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Joel Bjorling Poem
My friend had a Christmas gift
He wanted to give me;
He shushed it was a secret
And I couldn't see.
It's awful not knowing
What a present is:
It's like getting stuck
In a cryptogrammic quiz.
He laughed
When I begged for a hint,
With an evil snicker
At my hapless predicament.
But as I steamed,
I looked about:
A light snow was falling,
And it was so very peaceful out.
The year had its struggles,
We nearly lost the place,
But that sudden promotion
Put me at a more amiable pace.
Janell gave me an awful scare
When she found a lump on her breast;
We prayed pretty hard,
But she aced every test.
Sadie and Jeff
Gave a grandchild last spring:
The sweetest, dark-haired girl
That life could bring.
I felt a little misty
As I stood there,
But he hadn't told me about the gift
And it just wasn't fair!
I thought of the fancy paper,
And I saw my grandbaby stand;
I thought of the lacy ribbon,
And I felt my wife's hand.
Something was happening to me,
I couldn't tell,
But it dawned
As clear as a bell.
There were gifts
That I had gotten,
Not in boxes and paper,
How could I have forgotten?
Saving our home
Was a gift, indeed,
And my wife's health,
What more did I need?
The grandbaby, in my arms,
Made me feel alive;
You know, I heard angels
Right there in the drive.
I wanted a gift,
But what gifts I'd received;
"Merry Christmas," my friend grinned,
"Now do you believe?"
Copyright © Joel Bjorling | Year Posted 2014
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Joel Bjorling Poem
You see me,
But in a while
You will not;
I become one
With the wind and the rain.
We touch,
Relish the warmth and passion,
But when the clasp breaks,
I reside in the quiet
Of your heart.
On your bad days,
I am your friend;
On good days,
We laugh and play
As before, but here's a clue:
Nothing has really changed.
You don't need a psychic
To relay from " beyond";
Do you wonder where I am,
Or if I'm OK?
Listen: I will tell you.
Tears come,
But I'll let you in on a secret:
I have never left;
No, I am not here as before;
If you look at the sunshine,
You will see me smile.
Copyright © Joel Bjorling | Year Posted 2014
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Joel Bjorling Poem
The church bells tolled
In the steeple,
Loud and shrill,
'Midst the avalanche of people;
The choir on the corner
Sang of angels, babes, and sugar plums
While shoppers, at wits end,
Swore that they should never have come.
Someone said, "Merry Christmas,"
The answer, "Yeah, right";
Brother, you've got to be a maniac
To combat the crowds tonight;
The bells keep ringing,
Will someone turn them off?
I'd rather be lazing by the fire
In my comfy, toasty loft.
Merry Christmas?
I'll scream if I hear that again!
The toy store line is a mile long
And I am froze to the skin;
Carolers, be quiet!
I can't hear myself think:
Let's see: if I work overtime all year,
I can afford the new kitchen sink.
Merry Christmas?
What's "merry" about it?
If I don't get that hefty bonus,
I'll have a debilitating fit!
Here I stand,
Frozen and bruised,
I could use something "merry"
Before I explode a fuse.
I admit, the shining lights
Are appealing to me,
And that dancing snowman
Is really funny;
There is a star
Atop the bank Christmas tree,
It blends with the dark, winter sky,
It's a sight to see!
As I behold the Christmas wonder,
I smile;
I feel warm, secure, and blessed,
With a new vigor, a new style;
I wish I could stay this way
All year long;
When I am perturbed,
I'll sing a holiday song.
"Merry" is what we need
After the trees are gone;
When the frigid winds howl,
We will carry on;
"Merry" is more
Than holiday cheer;
It'll make every day Christmas
Throughout the year.
Copyright © Joel Bjorling | Year Posted 2014
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