He walks through the dark, unfamiliar
streets, isolated and alone,
a young man starting out in life so far away
from home.
No Christmas tree to call his own, no friends
nor family;
his only warmth is an empty room and some
treasured memories.
The door of a church stands open wide,
beckoning him inside.
The soft, sweet sound of carollers stops him
in his stride.
With hopeful heart he enters, dispelling
gloom with light.
Strangers now are family, this night of
wondrous nights.
In a dim and dismal tenement on the lower end
of town
a single mom with naught but love gently lays
her baby down.
Silently a teardrop falls, an expression of
despair;
she sees the twinkling lights outside but
feels that no one cares.
With barely any food to feed herself and
hungry child,
no money for life’s basic needs, much less
for presents piled.
Then comes a knock upon the door, her
neighbours smiling bright,
invite her to share Christmas this night of
wondrous nights.
In the hot, harsh sand of a foreign land torn
apart by strife
a soldier holds a little girl who clings
precariously to life.
Their worlds are vastly different, yet now
forever intertwined;
the horror she has witnessed she cannot leave
behind.
No one else can ease her pain, so for days
now he has stayed there,
cuddling, consoling, comforting her to soothe
away the fear.
With a gentle touch he reaches out to try to
bring some light
into the darkness of her life, this night of
wondrous nights.
A mother, lost in memories past, sits in her
rocking chair
fondling recalling days gone by when she held
her babies there.
A happy family gathered ‘round sing songs of
joyous glee;
while far away sweet tiny tots place an angel
on the tree.
An old man kneels in reverence before a bed
of straw;
soon he is joined by others, each filled with
wonder and awe.
The world awaits the Gift of Love bathed in
glowing light;
God with us, Emmanuel, on this night of
wondrous nights.
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