Wise men, shepherds, and
angels find shelter in a closet.
The tree ornaments are
removed, the tree is disassembled;
Its lights and branches resting
for another three-season nap.
The snowmen still cling to
shelves and window ledges,
Awaiting the end of winter,
as determined by their owner.
They too will ultimately find
hidden refuge in boxes, hibernating
In the dark cool recesses of
closets and under-the-bed storage boxes.
The lawn ornaments disappeared,
exterior spotlights are extinguished and
Silver and gold balls are
removed from our outdoor Spruce tree, letting it
Return to normal, awaiting
spring when it will put out a flush of new green.
It awaits the mockingbirds that
will build a nest and raise another brood of singers.
The old
year has passed, the New Year has arrived.
At the stroke of mid-night, another
countdown began with anticipation and hope
That things will be better in
this New Year; less fighting, more cooperation, cures for
Cancer, more hugs,
less cursing, more laughter, less
weeping, less fear and perhaps, peace.
Is peace possible in 2014 if
after Christmas we keep Jesus in a box till next year?
Could it be that to have peace
in the New Year we must keep Jesus in our hearts?
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