My Vision On Christmas Eve....2009
Updated on December 24, 2009
Beneath the inky black
of a Christmas eve sky
twinkling with a diamond lit
crispness only God could string
I noticed that the big dipper
was stretched above me vertically.
As if God himself had hung it
to dry on the hook of
some distant fingernail moon,
after pouring out his immense
love upon the world below.
The little dipper hung empty too,
perhaps he threw a dash more love,
after growing sad that it was not
absorbed by so many across
the planet he created long ago.
So much fell on desert sands
where men still killed each other
using his name as an excuse.
Some of it warmed
many hungry babies
as they slept, with
tiny smiles bending
acrooss their malnourished lips,
but there would still be
no breakfast come mourn.
And the dwellers
of cardboard boxes
felt a warmth they had not known
since long before
they lost their homes
something beyond
the heat of cheap wine,
and a cigarette cupped
between frosted hands
in the concrete canyons
where they slept.
And many leaders
tossed and turned,
in deeply troubled dreams
tormented with guilt over the greed
and the rush to power
that consumed them,
as his outpouring of love
twisted a knot
in thier already
crooked souls.
But all God could do,
though it was stellar
was to drench the world
with love from above
and hope some of it pooled in the
dry and thirsty hearts below.
For he had given men
free will long ago,
setting them free
in his paradise
to willingly do
whatever they wished
but to remember their creator.
in whatever they did.
Many have
forgotten this concept
turning freedom
into trampling on
the rights of others,
thus the big dipper
once again hangs
vertically emptied.
The little dipper too
hangs dry and hollow
on a night that marks a day
long ago when
he sent his own son
into the empty womb
of a woman blessed
only to see men freely and
willingly destroy him
three decades later.
They say we can read
a lot into the stars,
but so few even bother
to look upward anymore.
©-MFB III
