ANGELS ALL AROUND

You may have noticed between this blog and the other (http://dvddigitalviews.blogspot.com/) that I love to write. It's not something I am forced to do just something I enjoy. For a while it seemed as if I couldn't stop writing poetry. Most of it is gone now, tossed aside. A few pieces remain. And then on occasion I find myself in the mood again or something pops into my head and I feel the need to write again. That happened tonight. I was thinking about the meaning of Christmas and how it seems so many have lost sight of what it really is all about. That's when this popped into my head. Lengthy? Perhaps. Then again maybe not, you decide. Enjoy and Merry Christmas to you all. And as I said before, feel free to leave comments!

ANGELS ALL AROUND

The carolers were singing

The bells were ringing too

Elvis was proclaiming

That his Christmas was blue

My mind was filled with Christmas

As I purchased every gift

Knowing when each one was opened

Spirits they would lift

From store to store I wandered

Each bargain to be found

Until I left the last one

And saw someone on the ground

He sat beneath the neon sign

Upon the sidewalk there

His clothes were very dirty

He had such grimy hair

At first I thought him grubby

Another welfare case

And then I saw something different

A smile upon his face

And in his hands he held a sign

For all that could be read

It was a simple thing to read

And this is what it said

"Too often we go round about

Forget what the season's for

We rush about searching for something

We go from store to store

"The greatest gift came long ago

Sent from up above

When God shared his son Jesus

And sent his lasting love"

I thought about the sign I read

And the man there on the ground

I started to head to the car

And then I turned around

I said "That's such a profound thing

That each of us should know

And yet I'll bet not many stop

When walking to and fro

"I bet not one has stopped to see

If you could use a hand

Perhaps my turning 'round right now

Was something that God planned"

He smiled at me, nodded his head

And gave a knowing wink

He said "Perhaps it took this sign

To make you stop and think

"So many think of presents fine

And trees and dinner too

And all forget the real reason

What God has sent to you

"He sent his son, we celebrate

The gift God gave this earth

When he sent forth his child to us

We remember Jesus birth"

I smiled back and shook his hand

He had a kindly stare

I looked down and noticed then

That his feet were bare

I reached into the bag I had

Took out a pair of shoes

I smiled again and said to him

"Merry Christmas to you"

Surprisingly the size was right

He put them on right there

He brushed his coat, pulled out a comb

And straightened out his hair

He thanked me then and turned away

I headed for my car

But started to turn 'round again

I hadn't gone that far

But when I turned he wasn't there

As if he'd never been

I wondered then if he was real

A person that I'd seen?

Upon the ground I saw the box

Of shoes I passed to him

Now wrapped in paper and ribbon

So proper and so prim

The ribbon it was golden, bright

A color that seemed rare

And the paper pattern was something new

With angel's wings everywhere

I thought about the truth of Christmas

There beneath neon light

Of shepherds who were told of love

One fateful evening night

A message brought like this one now

With light upon my face

That spoke of all we were given

By God's most holy grace

And so I'll tell you here and now

I'll stand, perhaps I'll shout

Don't forget what Christmas means

What it really is about.