Christmas Passed

 

The frenzy is over - or nearly so

At least for this year

Its remnants scattered here

And there

 

Like the trodden, sodden confetti

Long after the parade has passed

 

 We are left here wondering

Did we stand

With hand upon heart

Respect and awe written upon our faces

Forever in love with the child

on the float of hay

Silently rolling away?

 

 Or did we watch it all go by

With wizened, weary eye

Watching him grow smaller and smaller

As he passed from our view?

 

Phewww!

Are we glad that's over for another year?

Thinking:

Next year it will be better

We'll start earlier,

Be better organized,

Cut back, spend less,

Be first in line...?

 

A New Year beckons

What's done is done

What's gone is gone

We cannot bring it back

 

Unless, of course, we join the parade

Hop on the float - the one with the child

And ride with Him the whole, long, way

Trailing snippets to salvage,

and odd bits of change

Leaving behind all the crumbs,

the dregs of excess,

Cares, concerns, and heartaches

 

Tossing, instead, to the gathering crowd

Those tidbits of trust

Handfuls of harmony

Buckets of bright hope

As we dare to have faith

In the man He'll become

 

 For God is not a God of disorder but of peace.

1 Corinthians 14:33

HAPPY NEW YEAR!