Christmas Tragedy
Bethlehem
The night sky
deep
blue
rich and clear
A glistening Star
Bright and White
Shepherds with sheep
gaze and wonder
An angel choir
can this be
Wise men from afar
can this be True
or a mere tale to tell
The birth of a story
and children would see Christmas trees
hear carols sung
And a Bethlehem night would disappear
under presents
and the hype of money spun
Hearts too afraid to ask
or think
but what about Bethlehem
Was that true
or a mere tale to tell
to an innocent child
and blur his brain
with a farfetched fairy tale
But a tale that millions and millions have heard
over twenty hundred years
wrenched and distorted
and desperate to bury the idea
of possible Truth
under Christmas wraps and goodtime caps
Don’t bring that God
to close to my heart
when happy christmas
merrily fills my soul
and my enlightened mind-
just don’t upset my party
I hate a tsunami
don’t spoil my day
with hangover pay
Thirty pieces of silver
and I trade the Most High
deep in my heart
For the free will of man
Silver lights and Christmas trees
Money flows and merchants smile
the Father’s house a shopping mall
ties and unwanted presents
broken toys
and soon forgotten gestures
gifts in a corner
and a heart might wonder
what is this
They hung Him on a tree
spat in His face
ignored Him
the Son of Man
the God of Heaven
His Name in vain
without a thought
on the lips of men
The busses declared
‘there is probably no God!’
and Boulton said
‘there'll probably be no religion
in another hundred years!’
They crucify Him again and again
try to kill the Son of Man
and spit in His face
finish off what the Romans couldn't do
Abundant love and patient anger
wrath constrained
Infinite grace covers us all
God hung on a cross
driven by love
and knew that the world would pierce His heart
for 2000 years and years to come
And a sad sad
status quo
that ruled the world
now for 2000 years and more to come
but the heart of man keeps running
a lone wonderer
desperate for peace
evading shadows
in the gloom of a forest night
desperately reaching out
stretched out arms and hands
and fingers
as peace floats and disappears from grasping souls
like shadows in the night
Peace and content
the desperate yearn
the inexplicable
mysterious
ever evading
need of the human heart
But the reality of the birth of Christ
and the death on the cross
will last
in the souls of those who seek
despite the choice
of a tale with no grounds
The Truth
that resurrects a spirit to life
with peace and content
liberty and reason
and love that fills a heart
with God made one
Who willed the seeking
of the human soul
and the finding
of The One
MCMLV.III
12-12-2010
