We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life. |
Christmas comes but once a year to the beat of glad times living cheer to hold at bay the times of fear, that we too often know. The theme of Christmas is the day, that Christ, the Lord did come our way to save our souls from Sin's long fray, that blest new life may grow. Christmas Day's the finish line of wondrous season, joy sublime, then Life's again the normal kind of work, work, eat and sleep. Many months do pass the bridge of whys and hows. The obscure ridge, Horizon's face, it smiles a smidge 'fore darkness sinks in deep. To make this month great days of bliss the mass ignores for months, Christmas, for it's become a massive This of more to do, 'til done. "Where Are You, Christmas?" Modern song, that searches to correct the wrongs of misplaced values in the throng, 'til Truth has finally won. Eternity is over there, beyond the veil without a care for those, whose Present through a prayer, ever lives within. He came at Christmas time back then to live His Perfect Life o'er Sin, defeat the cross to victory win to ever Christmas know. by Jay O’Toole on December 13th, 2021 |