Post by AquarianM on Dec 28, 2004 at 2:28pm
A Soft White Miracle...
A simple write of slight import some might say,
Just a little tiny miracle upon Christmas Day,
Beautiful lights everywhere, everywhere,
Wonderful dinner and festive decorations,
Songs sweet and of good cheer,
Wishes for all the world to be able to share,
This is the Common Man's dream everywhere,
That we all might stand in peace and harmony and caring.
Outside it was the hush of a dark night upon Christmas Eve,
Stars twinkling bright and pretty in a clear sky,
Chill to near zero and breath rising in the only cloud to sky,
Grass bare all across the land,
The Weatherman said Santa would need wheels this year,
Nor a speck of white expected.
Three days of soft-spoken prayer,
Three days of asking God for just enough,
Three days of asking that it not take from another's due.
Who would answer this Christmas wish,
Weatherman or God?
There was a quarter inch by Christmas morning,
Grass peeking from under the blanket,
Soft flakes falling all day and all Christmas night,
Outside the decorated windows and covering the flat iced pond,
White upon the pine trees and bare oaks,
Millions of tiny flakes like Christmas lights under street lamps.
God spoke softly in 2004 my friends,
We should all just listen.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 12/28/2004
Author's Comments:
Every word of this is true. There was to be no snow. I prayed for three days. There was snow.
Just a little tiny miracle upon Christmas Day,
Beautiful lights everywhere, everywhere,
Wonderful dinner and festive decorations,
Songs sweet and of good cheer,
Wishes for all the world to be able to share,
This is the Common Man's dream everywhere,
That we all might stand in peace and harmony and caring.
Outside it was the hush of a dark night upon Christmas Eve,
Stars twinkling bright and pretty in a clear sky,
Chill to near zero and breath rising in the only cloud to sky,
Grass bare all across the land,
The Weatherman said Santa would need wheels this year,
Nor a speck of white expected.
Three days of soft-spoken prayer,
Three days of asking God for just enough,
Three days of asking that it not take from another's due.
Who would answer this Christmas wish,
Weatherman or God?
There was a quarter inch by Christmas morning,
Grass peeking from under the blanket,
Soft flakes falling all day and all Christmas night,
Outside the decorated windows and covering the flat iced pond,
White upon the pine trees and bare oaks,
Millions of tiny flakes like Christmas lights under street lamps.
God spoke softly in 2004 my friends,
We should all just listen.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 12/28/2004
Author's Comments:
Every word of this is true. There was to be no snow. I prayed for three days. There was snow.