Christmas Gift

The floor is covered with ribbons, bows
and cards with pretty sentiments,
but, I see red; red with thorns, roses
laid at his feet where gold once was
and I see rain.

I smell a storm brewing,
rising from the fog like a silent night
when all they could do was cry.

I hear music; hallelujahs
spilling over rivers of indifference.

Place a flower in my hand
and let it prick the skin.
like the crown upon his head
as my tears celebrate the life

of one who spared mine,
and yours.

.I am writing a poem a day from November 24th until December 25, 2016 to celebrate the birth of Jesus. …… this is day 30.


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