Seasons Past

Sweet bread made
From scratch
Along with a batch
Of chocolate cookies
Made the same way
A perfect match
Knowing after
Thanksgiving Day
That Santa Clause
Would soon be on his way
Fried turkey light and crisp
Add some string beans
And other dishes
Soon we will be making
Christmas wishes
Under the Christmas tree
Oh what a wonderful time
It will be, it should be
It could be but for me
The holidays make me sad
People don't appreciate
What they have
No one smiles or laughs
Any more
My heart is sore
As I remember the olden
Days
Those Golden days have
Slipped away
As grandparents now
Walk around heaven
All day
Sad because we don't
Pray or say grace
So much time we waste
We spend more time hating
Instead of appreciating
Each other
Why do we hate each other?
Cause at the end of the day
If we would just pray and
Be thankful and grateful
He would be merciful
And we would find
Peace in our hearts and
Minds
As Christmas time
Would be the reason
For the season
Not the gifts one receives
But to believe
That the birth of Christ
Was to ensure that
We may have life
Abundantly
That is what the season
Means to me

Reviews

[Jennesis]

We 'season' our lives these days with false pleasures, that take away from our spiritual selves. Electronics and material things can overshadow the simple things that our souls are starving for. Gratitude and connection to spirit, the connection to other beings, gets missed. Grateful for you and these words my friend.