The very term holiday is in fact a mash up of the words holy day. But what has happened to our holy days is they have been over-run with commercialism, cartoon characters, and frankly a brief spurt of compassion for our fellow human beings who are less fortunate than we are, especially those in war torn places like Ukraine or Gaza or Israel. In reflecting on this situation I’ve written various Christmas poems, and here is the shortest among them….
Holidays are hollow
Unless they’re hallowed well,
For holidays are holy days
The time for truth to tell.
There’s time to spare
Time to waste
Time to make amends
Time to do most anything
Even make new friends
Holidays, a good time
For writing poetry
A silent, subtle indolence
Inspires creativity.
In short, holidays are a very good time for a person to take stock of his or her life. What exactly have you done in life that matters, what is of eternal significance, what actually glorified God and edified your fellow human beings? It’s a fair question. Christmas reminds us that there are things of eternal worth and merit giving one’s life to. And of course poetry is the sound of the soul, striving to articulate the deeper things.
Think on this.
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