A Driving Need For Christmas...
Looking out the window at the melting fade of Wonderland,
The grass coming through the failing purity of the snow,
Fallen on Thanksgiving Eve it was to the heart more like Christmas.
Covered in white and crystal like a delicate soft dream.
In the restaurant yesterday Thanksgiving dinner was rushed,
Pushed and prodded by staff trying to turn over tables,
In a manner which no subtleties reside commercialism gone rampant.
Still I gave thanks in the face of barely restrained greed.
I find my day after thoughts turning to decorating,
Pondering a pile of bills and a pile of cash waiting a turn to grow,
One definitely being higher than the other at the moment.
Can I find reasons white as snow for canceling holiday dinners or do I see tufts of green?
I hear whispers of war and dead upon the land of civilizations' birth,
Angry voices raised everywhere from here to there,
Praying for success at harm to others in the mistaken belief that violence isn't a circular notion.
Shall we pray for death and destruction from a God of love?
What is driving this unspoken need for Christmas everywhere around me,
Is it the result of what's without us or the flames hidden within,
That need some show of love in stores and snow and lights?
Perhaps we should seek those lights in the candles of a church...
..That remembers Christ's birth was meant as an act of love.
By: Daniel A. Stafford