Christmas Musings
Why isn’t Christmas portrayed
by those who live near the equator
just the same for those in the north?
Or, where inclement weather’s
it’s wrath does not impart rebirth?
I would beseech you, that our Loving God is kind
and someone seeks to deceive you
from a love that can blind.
When drudgery is the given;
whether by winds or routine,
stagnant waters permeate the heavens
and infect the unseen
toil of the giver. Plain and mean.
Given only to his purpose
to be the beacon of light
of hope for despair
daytime in the night
you are. He is
Jesus.
© JeanMarie12/9/10
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