I was pondering this today, and I decided that Christmas is the holiday that tells us what would solve this chaos if we took it to heart. I came up with a poem I wrote one Christmas that may not be told most skillfully, but its meaning meant a lot to me.
I just added this little poem about the wars. It has many meanings.
We need it all
are we entirely to blame?
I don’t think so,
but still, it’s our hands that
push the buttons
Ric
My Christmas Story
Merry Christmas to all, and all a good night,
we fought the good fight most of the night.
Put together bikes and what was the matter,
the bike we assembled with a clatter!
The plastic and glitter were quite a sight!
We’d put up the stockings with care, hoping
that Amazon got there. Then, my boy opened his present, a plastic machine gun, and
was ready to fight.
My wife and I had forgotten that materialism, war
and strife was all our
plight.
What we needed was love and Jesus above,
for there was a child
that had been born so long ago in Bethlehem
stable that was cold and
damp. There was no light and the smells
weren't great, but the
Lord was born to fill the world with light.
His teachings and
miracles lasted two thousand years and
never lost their meaning,
for they brought joy to the world. People through the
centuries have found how to
live to survive as a human race. So, we looked and read out loud
what was important this Christmas day for the Savior
had been born so long ago
to lighten our burdens and show us the
way to eternal life.
The Savior died so that we might live again
and be forgiven our sins. So, put
up the guns and things that don't matter
and read about the miracle of the Saviour's life.
Ric
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