It’s the lonely season
When grief settles a matter
And memories haunt
Instead of prompting laughter
It’s the lonely season
A time to numb and deny
An ache that persists
No happy ending in sight
It’s the lonely season
When a taste or sound or smell
Serves as a reminder
Of days when all was well
It’s the lonely season
Meet the Christmas ghosts
Midnight spirits intrude
To mock a troubled soul
It’s the lonely season
When refugees were turned away
And a baby wasn’t welcome
For those alone, we pray
Beautiful Rebekah… oh yes, it is that. It’s only this year that I actually realized that Jesus Himself was a refugee! And what a stark and somber realization it was, giving me further insight into how lonely Christ must have been here on earth, when the people whom He loved and came to save rejected Him (and giving me further empathy into the plight of refugees today).
And this is the lovely season, when, such as depicted in the beautiful candle you have chosen to illustrate your poem, we, who walk in great, lonely darkness, have seen a lovely light: The Light of the world has come to illumine our darkness and give us warmth. It’s Christmas Chiaroscuro!
And just maybe, the darker the background, the brighter His one, true light will shine!
Love you and have a special Christmas….
Lynn
Merry Christmas to you, too, Lynn! I hope the next couple of days are truly lovely for you.
Aw… and for you dear one. thankyou!