Wednesday, December 31, 2014

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?

Are we glad that's over for another year?
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


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