“LOST OR FOUND.” a poem Christmas Day 2019 (Wednesday)
What’s it all about? Who’s to say or know?
IN THE BEGINNING, we’re taught to look out for ourselves,
So we can flourish and grow,
Yet, ALL ALONG THE WAY, we’re told NOT to be too self centered,
And, even when we’re “SO GOOD,” (it seems) our names are STILL NOT entered,
In “The Book of Life,” and we stop and wonder why,
Because WE’VE BEEN SO “VERY GOOD;”
We’ll even pray and cry,
But what we need? is sacrifice to LOSE OURSELVES, all right,
Just like Jesus on The Cross or as a little babe at night,
Who shudders in the cold night air, while angels declare: “(it’s) NO sacrifice,”
For He’s a friend TO ALL CREATION, (pause) even the lepers and mice,
And, for ALL CREATION, He does This Deed,
Because some part of Him [and all of us] LOVES toBeBorn, to die and bleed,
Because He knows (he KNOWS) THE ONLY WAY,
TO AWAKEN to ETERNITY is to FINALLY PAY,
THE ULTIMATE SACRIFICE, the one “DOWN HERE,”
WHICH WILL F I N A L L Y VANQUISH EVERY FEAR.
“For, sacrifice makes you aware,
That LIFE around HEREis but a prayer,”
A whiff of dust and air are we,
Yet, we’re bound to exist for E ternity.
SO, (pause) IT’S really NO SACRIFICE TO “DIE,”
To die, to live, to crawl, to fly:
Simply put: SACRIFICE MEANS L I F E FOR YOU.
What’s it all about? At Christmas Time, I see it (glowingly) COMING THROUGH.