This poem is dedicated to my many friends who have a heavy heart at this time of year.

When the Merry has left your Christmas

When the merry has left your Christmas the lights do not shine as bright.
The songs of snow and mistletoe do not spark inner delight.
Hearts grieve remembering sweet Christmas’ past; gone is one most dear.
If you sing a love song you know they would hear,
Perhaps you could catch a melody returning to you,
Assuring they are celebrating Christ’s birth too.
As you see the Savior in a manger born to be lifted on a tree,
They are beholding the glory with the risen King that set you free.
As you look up to the stars, they see the stars that bow low
Like the one that led the way to the Christ child long ago.
As you pass out gifts to one another
They are beholding the face of Jesus, the world’s greatest gift to be discovered.
If you can envision the triumphant glory that now rests their face.
Then perhaps some joy will return as you feel their sweet embrace.

Revelation 21:4-5
And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.
And he that sat upon the throne said, Behold, I make all things new. And he said unto me, Write: for these words are true and faithful.