POEM 10

Christmas, The Mass of Christ. So sacred, so Holy, so full of His light.

The Bethlehem star stood still in the night and Angels both arch and choir members took heavenly flight.

We celebrate and scuffle to cling to beliefs, to hold onto traditions, to merry and bright.

Oh carols song by human tongues and Angels playing harps that night.

Where shepherds found that holy ground. The Holy Family’s plight.

The men were wise who followed the light that hung like an ornament in their sight.

Old Herod was sly but couldn’t be right to find that sleeping baby that King of delight.

The soldiers sent forth would lose at every turn, hoping to take His dear life.

If only they knew that his journey was true, that He came for them too

Today at Christmas time it seems the fighting times out. The gifts that we bring and the carols we sing really leaves us no doubt..

For the Lights that line the streets and shine from every house say better than any words, this is the most joyous time of the year repeated by each Christmas bell that

Is heard.