It’s not my season of life to write any new content right now, so I’m re-sharing my attempt at post-Christmas poetry from four years ago. It’s every bit as true this Christmas as it was then.
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Twas the day after Christmas
And all through my brain
I can’t help but wonder
What happened yesterday?
Perhaps it’s the excess
Of food in my belly
That’s turned all my thoughts
Into bowls full of jelly.
Or maybe the fact
That just a moment ago
The floor was covered with presents –
Where did they all go?
But my biggest concern –
Did Christ receive glory?
Was His father pleased?
Did we remember His story?
And now, a day later
Are we different than before?
Do we praise ourselves less?
Do we love others more?
So, my prayer for all of us
This late Christmas season –
We’ll use His birth as a springboard
His life as the reason
To take Him to the world
Like the drummer boy drumming
Be the light we’re called to be —
‘Cause it’s Friday, but Sunday’s coming.
Poetry is always in season. Thanks, Mike.
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