For those who weep at Christmas
For some, Christmas is
The toughest time—
Where joy should be,
Only sadness and weeping.
Is that why
The infants dying at Bethlehem
And Simeon’s prophecy
Of a dagger through the heart?
And now all who call Jesus Lord
Should know the cost:
There are tears—gut-wrenching groans—
Before that joyous trump shall sound.
Michael A.G. Haykin©2008.
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December 22nd, 2008 at 2:49 am
Thank you for posting this poem. This morning I learned of a family in a church that I worked in in Brussels, Belgium that just lost their home in a fire Saturday night. A 13 year old niece who was visiting them from Paris lost her life in the fire. I have sent a copy of your poem. Perhaps it will bring some consolation.
December 22nd, 2008 at 12:31 pm
The last line does not always display on your site.
January 4th, 2009 at 6:04 pm
Thank you for this poem. Sadly, it is timely for me. But we thank God for the gift of poetry and the comfort it sometimes channels. We look with anticipation on the poetry collection to be published later this year.