The wrappings are gone.
The boxes played with.
The toys are scattered.
The children content.
I sit in my chair.
What did it mean?
Is that all there is?
Now that it’s clean.
Something is missing.
My heart – it aches.
What is wrong with me?
Is it all fake?
The carols I sang.
Was it by rote?
The Father above.
Did He hear each note?
The Christ child - He came.
Did I forget?
To honor His birth.
To worship His breath.
I sit in quiet.
I ponder His birth.
Why did He come?
To this sin-filled earth.
The love of His Father.
Bid Him to come.
To save my soul.
He is the One!
In Christ,
Berta
If this poem blessed you would you consider sharing it with your friends? Thank you, Berta
Beautiful thoughts.
ReplyDeleteThank you, quietspirit.
ReplyDeleteIn Christ,
Berta
Wonderfully said.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Allen. I'm glad you like my poem.
ReplyDeleteIn Christ,
Berta
It is beautifully said.. thanks for the poem ..
ReplyDeleteThanks, Marjorie.
ReplyDeleteGod bless,
Berta