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Posted on 10/05/2006 8:13:09 PM PDT by Soaring Feather
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Its getting to difficult time of the year, let us keep the spirit of Christmas before us. Make this a Christmas for others, it will a gift you share.
The Season of Testing Yourself
She was just another little girl selling matches on the street,
as the snows whirled about in the wind so bitter and cold.
she had to sell to eat this night, or pay for some warm fold,
yet no one wanted to stop for her, and she dreamed of heat.
Her small fingers ached with the wind chilling pain,
as she tried to interest the passersby in her matches.
But they had no time in their hurry, gifts to snatch,
and they passed her by in their annual greediest again.
On the corners she heard the carolers sing the pretty songs,
as the shoppers shoved her aside in their hurry today.
She was dressed in rags and yet they saw her not all day,
struggling to make it just one more day, oh how so wrong.
Her small, voice an irritant this season to those on the street,
passing her by as she struggled in the cold they could ignore.
As night passed, they all disappeared behind warm doors,
and she was on the street, looking in windows in the sleet.
Oh what beautiful trees were there inside, and smiles in the light,
and she hungered for more then food as she watched folks inside.
What fun they were having, food piled high, and she quietly cried,
as she walked into the darkening night, only too aware of her plight.
In an alley she found a small cardboard box and crawled inside,
wrapping her small ragged coat tighter around her little form.
She wept in the bitter cold, wanting only to be a little warm,
her tears freezing on her face as she shook, trying only to hide.
One by one she lit her matches to try and keep an illusion of warm,
each small light brought a tiny smile to her dirty little face.
But the cold is a cruel neighbor, and she was losing the last race,
even as the last match burned down to a memory in the storm.
She lay there afraid of the night and she prayed a small prayer,
feeling the cold emptiness around her in this terrible night.
Then she heard something, and she look at a glowing light,
a figure approached her in the alley with a soft smile so fair.
She felt herself picked up and carried in arms so warm and nice,
and she closed her eyes and let the peace fill her like a feast.
She looked up into a face so sweet, and she felt not the least,
He said she was going home, someplace called paradise.
Inside the many homes along the many streets there is cheer,
and warmth and food to share, and gifts, each with a name.
The holiday is to celebrate the birth of a tiny one of great fame,
who also knew the least of mankind this night then and now here.
Do we see the ones, who seek just another day of their lives,
and do we hold that spirit of this time in our hearts or checkbooks?
Do we see the ones we might otherwise somehow overlook,
and is Christmas in our hearts, or just on our lips as they strive?
Look around you and see the tinseled tree so bright alight,
the fireplace crackling, and the friends gathered, and more.
Is there room for just one more, there inside your warm door,
remember that manger so bare, and ask yourself what’s right.
Johnn ‘Trike’ Schroeder
The Season of Testing Yourself
Very heart wrenching poem.
Thank God's graciousness, I have always had enough, even when I thought I did not.
Looks like a great place to be on such a lovely day.
Lovely scenery. We do have a chilly wind today, but no rain, the sun in playing hide and seek.
It is a stunningly beautiful fall day today. The leaf colors are brilliant and the sky is an obviously photoshopped brilliant blue.
Hi, Lady Jag, BF, All!
You can see that I don't log on to FR very often - not sure why when I always find such beautiful photos.
HUGS TO ALL
Hey hey, Judy! Nice to see you!
*HUGS* to you and come around more often. ;)
Good Morning, Ms. feather. Quite the picture.
Oooops, I thought I posted the picture "Out My Kitchen Window." LOL
The one I posted is an internet find.
I'll look for those pixs when you post them.
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