Amass your self
For Christ is here
Rejoice in love
Our hearts are near.
The King had died
That we might live
Our Christmas cheer
His love we'd give.
But not forget
When days have passed
His sacrifice
That love would last.
And so, He does
Through gift exchange
Tradition wanes
To commercial gain.
And only that
Which can't be seen
Love and hope
From material ween.
It's a splendid reunion,
It's a splendid reunion, quite like Christmas, to be be reunited with poems written long ago. The folder called 'prior work' is where I post those of mine that are being unearthed. This one is a delightful ode to the greatest gift of all... the only begotten. Thanks for sharing.
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
galateus, arkayye, arqios,arquious, crypticbard, excalibard, wordweaver
I like this very much.
I like this very much.
Starward
Found...
I'd written this many years ago and thought and pondered on it... it was lost for about a decade.