The Forgotten Day

willymac

There was once a day long ago

A day all the good people knew well                                

When the sublime and grateful

Gathered nearer the Eternal Bells.

        

A day of everlasting love came to be

Beneath a fiery eastern light

Came upon this blessed Earth

So the people could delight

In one lonely child’s Holy Birth.

 

As each century passed

Those who practiced forgiveness

Knew their future was cast

While empires rose and fell

More spoke of everlasting peace

While the great evil was released.

                            

Believers continued to keep                     

That helm of Providence

With faith and reason all blessings increased.

 

Once a year on that cherished day

Amid the bleakness of winter’s dark

The eastern light continued to shine

In even the most desperate of hearts.

                                          

Then there came a time

When the light began to wane

The people were no longer allowed

To even utter the day’s very name.

                                   

None could fathom how it came to pass

When His worldly sacrifice

Was lost to the ego’s selfish stance

It happened as it always must

Piecemeal and without warrant

The winter weeps for daylight dust.

                                                                                                                                      

To all those that still believe

In the fire of the soul’s yearning

To be at once proud and free

Stand before man and God

And proclaim your solemn right:

Merry Christmas to All !

And to All a Good Night !

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

            

                                       

  • Author: willymac (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 16th, 2018 00:06
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments1

  • LIGHT WARRIOR

    Very nice work indeed...although Christ wa not born in December...but I honestly believe that many of us were born in magical moments with purposes just like Christ...he may have, indeed been the main guy in the region where he was born...but you can't possibly believe that the rest of the world was without savior so far their soul...it doesn't make sense...people who think you have to go through a human to connect to God are going against the rules themselves...put no man before God it says...so, then why do they do the opposite? Anyway...I really enjoyed your version of the Holiday story...at least people believing in The story brings them peace this time of year...take care



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