Thursday, December 16, 2021

THREE CHRISTMAS POEMS

This year as with every year, I write a Christmas Poem to send to family and friends.  Usually, that's one poem but this year it became three.  The first two are self-explanatory but the third didn't go out to many. If you read it I'm sure it will be clear about my reasoning.  Here they are:

THE TRUE JOY OF CHRISTMAS
By Pat Severin

When winter is approaching, we expect the cold it brings,
Then freezing ice and tons of snow, the search for warmer things.
As it begins, it’s Halloween, Thanksgiving’s on its heels
And then as Christmastime draws near, the busier it feels…

Because we’ve got to buy the gifts, perhaps there’re travel plans,
Check out the lights, go get the tree, and put it in the stand,
Send out the cards, wrap presents, too, and then we decorate.
There’s something else…almost forgot, the thing we celebrate.

There is another reason for this festive time of the year
That’s spent with loved ones gathered close…but is it really clear…
That Christ, God’s Son was born that day so many years ago?
Could it be overshadowed by the things that often go…

Before the greatest gift of all, that Babe who brought salvation,
Who offers all eternal life, who prompts this celebration?
God’s promise kept, His only Son, should never be forgotten
Because He came for everyone, the wealthy to down-trodden.

So as you plan your holiday and those you love are near,
Remember why we celebrate this season every year.
We wish for you this Christmastime the blessings that it brings
And may you know God’s love for you, for that’s where true joy springs.

NOT LAST, BUT FIRST
By Pat Severin

How is it that with Christmastime I still am filled with joy,
Not like the joy that children feel, each girl and every boy...
Anticipating presents, seeing Dad put up the lights,
But rather like the shepherds felt, that joyous night of nights.

How is it after all these years I still think of that Babe
Born to a teenage mother in surroundings somewhat grave...
But chosen so the world would see that He was one of them,
A human child, God’s sacrifice, born there in Bethlehem.

How is it that this ancient tale is somehow always new
And yet I hear it every year, just listen, so do you?
For it’s the promise kept by God, the Savior, Jesus Christ,
Sent long ago to save us all, God’s Son, who’d pay the price.

How is it that each Christmas brings that cherished memory back
And I can feel the Father’s hand and blessing in all that?
And yet I feel this world of ours has chosen to forget.
The promise of the Christmas Child, that child is under threat.

We cannot let His birth be overshadowed by such trappings
As tinsel, trees, and shopping sprees, and brightly colored wrappings.
So share with me that memory, what every Christmas brings,
The joy of knowing Christ was born, your Savior, King of kings.

For if you do, I’m telling you, your heart will overflow.
God’s love for you, its depth and breadth, you will begin to know...
And then, with every Christmas, you’ll anticipate His birth,
The story won’t be old but new, that Babe not last, but FIRST!

A BLESSING THAT PERSISTS
By Pat Severin

Another Christmas time is here and I want you to know,
That knowing every one of you gives me a Christmas glow.
This life is blessed and richer still, because of you, my friends,
That’s whether you are living close or where the pathway ends.

I merely have to blink my eyes, another year is passed,
But though we’re growing older, good friends are things that last.
At Christmas seems the perfect time for memories of old
When we were young, with life ahead, and Winter’s weren’t as cold.

But time itself does not stand still and years go rushing by
We’re often busy with our lives and we can only sigh…
And shake our heads and wonder why a few of us lost touch;
It never was intentional, it happens way too much.

And so I take this time to say, wherever you may be,
That you are thought of often, I hope that you can see…
I don’t wish time would just stand still, I’d rather it rewind
So I could see you, once again, because I know I’d find…

The joy of being with you all, to talk and laugh again,
Reminding us of reasons why we always would be friends.
Though rewinds are impossible, what’s possible is this,
To tell you that you’ll always be a blessing that persists!


 

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