So Many Ways to Count
From out the calm, cold quiet of a crisp December night,
I, sitting by the fireplace, sip cider (what delight!).
My children play together with a simple made up game,
while mother, in the kitchen, misses out. It's such a shame.
A tree stands in the corner with presents on the floor
and my children know, come Christmas, there may be even more.
They've counted days together, and kept me well informed;
making sure I'd not forget when my part would be performed.
While pondering their counting, my thoughts are pulled away
To the Christmas's of others who's lives aren't so cliche.
Soldiers fighting in Iraq would share another view:
their count would be 'til their return to whom thier heart was true.
On Christmas day they gather and almost sadly sing
all the songs reminding of other places, other things.
They would wait the time it took, a month, or two, or three
Until at last they celebrate with loving family.
Then I thought of others whose lives were in distress...
the homeless, the hungry, not to mention all the rest.
Were they counting down to Christmas as my children were?
Did patients dying of cancer want a present... or a cure?
Shame swept o'er my spirit as I began to pray.
"Lord, thank you for the blessings you bestowed on us today.
Help me reach the others with your shower from above,
and help me take your message to a hurting world, with love."
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