A child depicts Christmas, be reminded
if your desires and appetites are wasted
on petty toys and fleeting pleasures
your soul and spirit out of control
be sure you know there is a limit
a tearing asunder of body and soul.
A small token of love from the Father
supplants all philosophies or banter
Whether He is spirit or imaginary
the law of harvest apply be wary
that you will not escape consequences
and bear the brunt of your dalliances.
My heart flows with laughter and joy
whenever I see goodness and grace
where no one is with too much
Where too much is distributed to all
and the purest intention of blessing
is met with welcome and not cursing.
So this Christmas Day spend a minute
to reconsider the child what he wanted
Is it to have a roomful of playthings?
Or a hand and an ear, stories to share?
Such a child lives in most everyone
He is still there waiting for someone.
Doris Cornago
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-child-lives/
