As the holiday season brings most things except the remembrance of the Holy Days they used to be, I wrote a poem to put things in perspective. Enjoy.
REMEMBERING
The carefree days of childhood
gone now except in foggy memory
reminds me of family’s faith
in simple
togetherness.
No store-bought gifts
replace the joy of love or
the laughter of grace,
all wrapped together in the
multi-colored paper of
Advent and
topped with a bow called
Presence.
Not forgotten so
never forgetting the way
Love made a Way
Home,
the season itself is a
gift of remembering;
and in that thankful remembering,
a way of life.