(or maybe not)
Or so the story goes,
A man heard bells on Christmas day
And they sang about his woes
Until he recalled
That answer so splendid
That spoke of sure triumphs
And everything mended.
My question to him,
All banter suspended,
Is where did the peace go
After that night had ended?
Why does the party
that ought to bring light
Seem so full of sadness;
Seem so much like night?
And why is this pain
So quickly defended
When peace and joy
Are why He was sended?
Knowing he came
To bring to us Joy
For dealing with pain
Seems an unhappy ploy.
The faith, hope and love;
These things I have known
Even with kin folk
So far from home.
So why is it now,
When home they're to stay
The meaning of Christmas
Seems so far away?
And why at this season
Do I only weep
And wish for the bliss
Of a long winter sleep?
The answers I've known,
Though they seemed so inviting,
Can hardly account
For the coldness inside me.
So I'll bunker in tightly,
And dream about light
As I hope that some time
Will heal from this blight.
Keep the bells, Mr. Longfellow
Cause the memories they bring
Of things that have been
Just won't let me sing.
written by the lufmiester, 2003
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