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Christmas in Our Hearts
On this warm and gloomy day
The signs of Christmas slipped away.
The only trace that I can see
Is dried up needles from the tree.
The outdoor lights have to come down,
Get packed away, all neatly wound,
To wait until we come, once more
To days of seasonal décor.
It’s going to seem so very dim
Without the glow of Christmas trim.
No lights, no tree, no Christmas song,
And not returning for so long.
I start to feel a little blue
When Christmas days are really through.
I stretch them out as long as I
Can wait to say the last good-bye.
I’m like the traveler on the shore
Waving ‘til I see no more
Than a tiny, indiscernible speck
Of loved ones standing on the deck.
“Come back, come back,” I want to say
“Just this once, can’t you delay?
I need you near to keep me sane
'Midst January in the rain!”
But days roll on in hurried pace
The other seasons take the place
Of Christmas with its loveliness,
Its sweet, eternal, warm caress,
That softens as the weeks go by,
But deep within our hearts will lie,
Until the season comes again
To waken sleeping souls of men.
And this is where I find the hope,
The strength I need to daily cope.
The hidden Christmas in my heart
Will joy unto my soul impart.
If you could look inside of me,
You’d see a tiny Christmas tree
Glowing from that light within,
My inner Star of Bethlehem.
I only have to call upon
The ageless Light of shining dawn
Who dwells inside me every day
To guard my life and guide the way.
You also have that Light inside,
As constant as the ocean tides.
It ebbs and flows forevermore,
As long as you by faith endure.
So pack the trimmings in their box,
Dig out those deep-midwinter socks,
And let the Light inside of you
Burn strong and bright the whole year through!
Copyright 2020 Charlene Rack
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