My poem reminds the adults among us to
let the season change usI wrote the following poem a couple of years back, when our house was full of kiddos. I was thinking about the possibility of Christmas making a spiritual change in the hearts of adults, not just children.
It is not enough to say
"Christmas is for children."
So it is, and ever so.
But it is especially for adults,
those routinous creatures
with furrowed brows wrapped
in self-absorbing pursuits.
These lamentable beings need
Christmas if they are ever
to be whole again.
They are so forgetful of
things that matter
and so clamorous for
things that don't.
Christmas, if it can pierce
their thick facade and
deflate their oversized egos,
may touch a forgotten place--
an abandoned but still
life-giving place--
in adult souls.
Christmas invites children
and adults alike to a place
where room is made for
a Child and that Child
is adored and honored
as a gift, a hope--even salvation
for one and all.
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