hsc285 – Page 43 – Hearts Still Care

December

Can it still be my favourite month,

When all I do is remember

The time I was happy and festive

Once, in the month of December?

I think of how it won’t be the same,

How there won’t be cookies and cake;

And, amidst the lights and angel hair,

Will lurk one, shadowy heart break.

I wonder, as this season prevails,

If you let yourself remember,

The love, laughter and kisses we shared,

By the ending of December.

I know the cold will seep in deeper,

It’s the first since you went away;

But just maybe, as the Tree shines bright,

Life shall let smiles in another way.

I have eaten today,
Today, I had food;
My stomach is full,
The day has been good.

I can’t imagine what it is
To be hungry and lost,
Aching to eat my fill;
Yet dreading the cost.

I can’t understand how
Peaceful protests are stopped,
How water canyons are used
And tear bombs are dropped.

You have food at home,
Because someone toils in the field –
Do what must be done –
See their wounds are healed!

You have eaten today
Because of the ones in grief,
How can you not pray they smile,
Or hope for their relief?

When festivals occur this year,
It feels like a misnomer.
The year has rung out its knells;
The world is a quiet mourner.

The lights aren’t so many
As they were a year ago;
Smiles were easier then –
Hearts hadn’t burnt out so.

Hope rests in each light lit,
That’s what it’s all about,
In the loudest night,
A lionhearted shout!

It may not be heard,
It may not be seen,
But what an experience
This learning has been!