Amidst Sorrows Come Blessings.
Updated on January 3, 2010
Amidst sorrow, come blessings.
They found
the young girl
on Christmas eve,
under a smouldering
Christmas tree,
that remarkably
remained standing.
It's charred husk,
covered her body,
in the burned out hulk
of her former home.
Left alone
by a mom who
was working two shifts,
she fell asleep in her bed after
lighting some candles
during a local
power outage.
The fire drove her as far
as the christams tree
and then the smoke
drove her beneath it.
She was found
clutching a manger
from a nativity scene,
hand made in Bethlehem,
one of the few gifts
she had ever recieved
from a local church charity,
that she highly treasured.
Her face
was at peace
as she lay
in eternal rest,
her soul now with
the supreme being,
whose statue
honoring Jesus birth
was clenched
tightly to her chest.
She had moved
on to higher realms,
far above the
poverty level
she once knew,
wrapped in angel wings,
and the many blessings
promised by his birth,
and her faith in God.
It was one of the
most valuable gifts
ever given to men,
left hanging
on another tree.
over two thousand years ago.
Two blocks away,
a tiny child
was squeezed,
from the pangs of
a contracting womb,
into a small
hospital delivery room,
With a soft slap,
and a wee cry
his life began,
as hers ended.
It was at that
exact moment that
God sent a solution
to her loss,
wrapped in the flesh
of a newborn baby.
A baby who would
grow up to invent
a tiny sensor,
that by law
would be a
mandatory addition
to all beds
manufactured world wide.
A device that
would alert
those who slept in it
to any smoke or fire
long before it
could kill them.
Thus another
Christmas passed with
one gift returned to
the heavens above,
and one gift
recieved by all below
that would grant a
better life to all
just as Jesus birth did,
and Jesus death did,
so many centuries ago.
©-MFB III