Oh, Christmas Tree
Oh, how beautiful you are ...
I have given many hours to your veneration ...
A quiet and reverent offering to your affect on my heart.
Your magic, planted in my child's heart long ago,
And blooming over the years in careful contemplation
Of all that you mean and represent.
My earliest memories are of you ...
The thoughtful application of colorful lights,
Tinsel and garland gently dangled from your boughs,
Hand-blown glass ornaments, each with a wonder all its own,
Hooked tenderly to the tips of your branches,
And a shining star to crest your divine adornment,
Speaking to me of that star of ages hence,
Placed atop a glorious, glistening "tree" of light and love,
An uncommon star sent to shine upon a miracle ...
A precious gift of grace and salvation,
Placed lovingly beneath its splendor,
As gifts are now placed below yours.
Yet I can't help but consider, in honesty ...
That ALL my efforts over the years to dress you in color,
All the lights and baubles and shimmering bits,
Can't approach the grandeur of your creation,
And the raw, natural elegance of YOU ...
Standing strong and noble in the forest,
A garland of snow gracing your limbs ...
An ornamental dance of pine cones and creatures,
And the grandest star - a brilliant sun - at your top ...
Crowning the majesty of your magnificence,
And the breathtaking beauty of ALL God's providence ...
That it shines upon.
* Written and submitted December 12, 2017, for the "Christmas Tree" Poetry Contest, Shadow Hamilton, Sponsor. *
Copyright © Gregory R Barden | Year Posted 2017