This Year There shall be no Christmas tree in my home this year. There may go no mistletoe by the door this year. My entrance: still and unfilled by my friends this year. The baking spree did not hit me for anyone this year. I have no heart to even start the Holiday this year. For, all alone, the silence groans in aching rounds this year. My quiet prayers are for anything fair in our old world this year. Christ came, so poor to our souls� door and shall again this year. I have no needs which supersede those of so many this year. Just longing, I know for a happy home and love of my own this year. I am humbly aware of God�s gift there at the manger mean that year. And truly wish for one, for all Peace, Health, and Calm in our lives each and every year. . . � K.E.Cline, November 1996 |