Shared poem helps relieve the pain of loss
December 19, 2012 3:46PM
Updated: January 21, 2013 3:46PM
No matter whether you are soft-hearted or tough, I doubt if there were many of us who did not react with shock and gut-wrenching sadness last week when 26 people were senselessly killed.
At this time of year when we hear more joyous greetings and songs, suddenly there was heartache throughout our nation. Why little children? How do you survive as a parent? What could create such horror in a human being?
The sadness for a whole town, and, yes, the sadness for anyone who has lost a loved one during this “happy time” can’t be erased.
Regardless of your religion or beliefs, I hope this poem, shared with me by several friends (thanks Ramona, Phyllis and Pat) will at least ease some of the hurt:
“Twas 11 days before Christmas, around 9:38;
When 20 beautiful children stormed through heaven’s gate;
Their smiles were contagious, their laughter filled the air;
They could hardly believe all the beauty they saw there;
They were filled with such joy, they didn’t know what to say;
They remembered nothing of what happened earlier that day;
“Where are we?’” asked a little girl, as quiet as a mouse;
“This is heaven,” said a small boy, “we’re spending Christmas at God’s house”;
When what to their wondering eyes did appear;
But Jesus their Savior, the children gathered near;
He looked at them and smiled and they smiled just the same;
Then He opened His arms and He called them by name;
And in that moment was joy that only heaven can bring;
Those children all flew into the arms of their king;
And as they lingered in the warmth of His embrace;
One small girl turned and looked at Jesus’ face;
And as if He could read all the questions she had;
He gently whispered to her, “I’ll take care of Mom and Dad”;
Then He looked down on earth, the world far below;
He saw all of the hurt, the sorrow, and woe;
Then He closed His eyes and He outstretched His hand;
“Let my power and presence re-enter this land”;
“May this country be delivered from the hands of fools; I’m taking back my nation, I’m taking back my schools!”;
Then He and the children stood up without a sound;
“Come now my children, let me show you around”;
Excitement filled the space, some skipped and some ran;
All displaying enthusiasm that only a small child can;
And I heard Him proclaim as He walked out of sight;
“In the midst of this darkness, I am still the LIGHT.”
As you celebrate this holiday season, whether it is Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, Christmas, or Santa, it seems to be a more stressful time along with a more joyful time.
Maybe we are all too intent on making sure our homes are decorated inside and out, the gifts we buy for loved ones are just the right thing, and the cookies and food are as special as the season.
Did I remember to send cards to all our family and friends? Have we got enough food and drink when people stop over? Am I forgetting to return a call to out-of-towners?
I admit I’m guilty of much of that, and try as I might, each year the time seems to grow shorter when I have sooo much to still do.
But not to worry — Christmas is coming next Tuesday, ready or not, so I wish for all of you the most blessed time of year filled with joy, peace and love — and I hope you have a great day because you deserve it. Hug each other often!
Thanks for reading. Fly your flag.