I penned this poem in 2011, preparing for a Christmas Service at the hospital.
I searched, in vain, for a suitable poem that would fit the mood for those who might not be so merry, for whom the season is challenging. So I wrote my own...
And it is the same, every year. There are those who are very sick, or caring for those who are. There are those who grieve. Those who are lonely.
Those who miss their families, or who long for closer relationships.
The "perfection" of Christmas can be a downer, for it never will or can be perfect.
So, although we sing "holly jolly", and "merry", I write this for the those who might struggle at times with the season. And wish you Peace and Comfort in a broken world.
They say “Merry Christmas”
but not all is so bright
somewhere there are soldiers in terrible plight
somewhere there is a child
who is hungry and cold
And doesn't know Christmas the way the story is told.
There are those who are grieving
for someone who has died
And the empty space in their hearts cannot be denied
Oh they say “Merry Christmas”
but not all are well,
There are some who are sick,
either in body or soul
And Christmas can definitely take a great toll.
And yet, if you think to that first Christmas morn
Not all was that merry before Christ was born.
Mary and Joseph a long journey to take
A baby was coming, much was at stake.
No room to be found, no comforts of home
The Christ child was born in the midst of a barn
The mystery of Christmas, that God would be man
Could Mary and Joseph really understand?
We look back to that Christmas
with awe and with wonder
And like Mary, we stop and we ponder.
Perhaps the true Christmas begins in the heart
Not always merry, but where hope finds its start
There is hope in the Christ child,
And faith, peace and love
May the true spirit of ChristmasTouch us from above.
–Grace Wulff December 24 2011