24 Dec

Something a little different to celebrate Christmas; a poem I wrote for a writers’ group.

Hopes and Fears

I sit and ponder;
the glorious celestial glow fades.

What could he mean?

A baby while betrothed?
Called the Son of the Most High
before he’s even mine.

The promise of a child –
one who could destroy me
but save the world.

The hopes and fears of all the years
collide in my womb.

Emmanuel indeed.

* * *
From the poverty of hope
to the hollow greed of consumerism.
Our hopes are for frivolity,
our fears for the bank balance.

* * *

I race and spend;
the artificial neon sparkle cuts out.

What does this mean?

A festival of shops? Unwanted presents for all?
Desperately stocking up, no matter the cost.

The promise of tension, stress, midnight wrapping –
a season which could tear us apart.

And after two thousand years,
what can alter our fears?

The promise of Emmanuel.


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