Thursday, 8 December 2011

A seasonal poem in rhyme

I'm not going to make my last class of the term tonight due to still not feeling 100% fit (I've had a rotten cold) but as the weather is due to turn very windy and wet I am pleased I won't have to struggle up to London.

Christmas Cards
His birth was not in December
with snow at a stable door
and Father Christmas and reindeer
was never what Christmas was for.

He came to us for a purpose
though often it seems we forget
the message he came to deliver
and the road on which he was set.

So while pretty cards paint a picture
of holly and red breasted birds
they do not portray the meaning
or the truth in the Gospels’ words.

(published in Areopogus in December 2009)

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