Savior

Where is he? We are all waiting...

The snow flurrys outside of my iced window
While I sit and stare out into the white nothing
Just pounding on my heart with towering exhaustion
From the missing ornaments just telling me something.

Their telling me that nothing with ever be the same
Because the winters more cold then the years before
We aren't huddled together as a family anymore
Where is our Jesus when we desperatly need a savior?

And The stockings hanging from the stone fireplace
Are empty and worn like Grandmas old socks
The tree we have doesn't even stand up straight
And we weep around praying for time to tick on the clocks.

We don't attend Church anymore, even on this night
Because we aren't the people we used to be
With smiling faces taking part in snow ball fights.
Now we are just total strangers, no hint to be jolly.

We stay in our seperate minds in seperate rooms
Untill the time comes when dinner is finally served
Then we gather around the table and sit silent
Feeling the need to keep quiet to stay well conserved.

I wish to see the day when we can come together
But I don't think we can patch up what we had before
Because this absence has left us completely tore
Where is our Jesus when we desperatly need a savior?

Reviews

[Clockwork]

Overall I like this piece. I is true-we need something. I like the picture of the missing ornaments.I think that is a good image. It drives home the fact that we are missing something. I do think that the metaphor (As old as grandma's socks.) Could use tweaking however. I believe that tore in the second to last line of the poem should be torn also. Other than those two things I think this piece is nice.