The cornfields are bare now.
The crickets are asleep.
The leaves have fallen off the trees
to be raked into a heap.
The flowers have given their last hoorah.
The grapevines made into wreaths.
The clock on the wall ticks the same as before.
But now you will find a wreath upon the door.
The corner once filled with nothing but clutter.
Now holds a tree full of ornaments and glitter.
The house is alive with the music of long ago.
As God fills our hearts with another chance to know.
It isn’t all about the wreath or ornaments on the tree.
It’s about the hope we find in being a family.
Though we live such scattered lives
as the leaves of autumn fall.
You, with your own dreams and wishes,
I, with my own daily grind.
Though within my heart
I feel this isn’t what God had in mind.
Here I sit on Christmas day.
The music plays on as the sky begins to gray.
I yearn for a whole family gathering,
though it will never be again.
For the days of a close knit family
blew away with a gentle summer wind.
So for now I can only say,
“God Bless you all, those near and far,
I will think of you all
as I wish upon the shining Christmas Star”
Cindy, Words fail to express my joy in reading your poetry.
Larry, your words of kindness always boost my spirit. Thank you for always being so generous!
Love this Cindy, you have been an inspiration to me re: poetry writings. God Bless
Thank you Lynn. I am glad you have found inspiration from words that were given to me from a higher realm. A gift I have always nurtured.