Two years ago, early on Christmas morning, I was out walking in the snow. While marveling at the beauty of Winter, and pondering the special Spirit that is present at this time of year, some lines entered into my mind. A short while later this poem had come into the world.
I do sometimes feel as if my poems were my children, after a fashion. I strive and labor to bring them forth, I do my best to make them as good and pure as I can, and then they go out into the world. Will they be accepted or ridiculed, praised or ignored; will they live up to my hopes and expectations? Only time will tell...
Somewhere in the night
the rain turned into snow
and, with bitter force,
now cruelly doth blow.
Winter has us grasped
in his icy hold,
but stop shiv’ring and you’ll find
it’s not really that cold.
The warmth in our hearts,
that comes at Christmas time,
breathes through our soul
with a peace sublime.
The peace upon the earth,
promised long ago,
starts in every heart
and then forth doth go.
Oh joy, it’s Christmas!
Wake up your sleeping heart;
God, through His Son,
His love doth now impart.
Take that love and joy
and spread it all around;
then, once more, in our hearts
we’ll hear the angel-sound.
David Jamison
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