~ The Sands Of Christmas ~
I had no Christmas spirit when
I breathed a weary sigh,
And looked across the table where the bills were piled too high.
The laundry wasn't finished and the car I had to fix,
My stocks were down another point, the Chargers lost by six.
And so with only minutes till my son got home from school
I gave up on the drudgery and grabbed a wooden stool.
The burdens that I carried were about all I could take,
And so I flipped the TV on to catch a little break.
I came upon a desert scene in shades of tan and rust,
No snowflakes hung upon the wind, just clouds of swirling dust.
And where the reindeer should have stood before a laden sleigh,
Eight Humvees ran a column right behind an M1A.
A group of boys walked past the tank, not one was past his
Their eyes were hard as polished flint, their faces drawn and
They walked the street in armor with their rifles shouldered
Their dearest wish for Christmas, just to have a silent night.
Other soldiers gathered, hunkered down against the wind,
To share a scrap of mail and dreams of going home again.
There wasn't much at all to put their lonely hearts at ease,
They had no Christmas turkey, just a pack of MREs.
They didn't have a garland or a stocking I could see,
They didn't need an ornament--they lacked a Christmas tree.
They didn't have a present even though it was tradition,
The only boxes I could see were labeled "ammunition."
I felt a little tug and found my son now by my side,
He asked me what it was I feared, and why it was I cried.
I swept him up into my arms and held him oh so near
And kissed him on the forehead as I whispered in his ear.
"There's nothing wrong, my little son, for safe we sleep
Our heroes stand on foreign land to give us all the right,
To worry on the things in life that mean nothing at all,
Instead of wondering if we will be the next to fall."
He looked at me as children do and said, "it's always right,
To thank the ones who help us and perhaps that we should write."
And so we pushed aside the bills and sat to draft a note,
To thank the many far from home, and this is what we wrote:
"God bless you all and keep you safe, and speed your way back
Remember that we love you so, and that you're not alone.
The gift you give you share with all, a present every day,
You give the gift of liberty and that we can't repay."
© Michael Marks
used with permission
Love is an act of endless forgiveness
"The longing after something lost,
The spirit's longing cry,
The striving after better hopes--
These things can never die"
by Charles Dickens
From "Things That Never Die"
"Blessed are the peacemakers,
for they shall be called the children of God."
~ Matthew 5:9 ~
"Faith is the strength by which a shattered world
shall emerge into the light."
~ Helen Keller ~
"Hope is faith holding out its hand in the dark."
~ George Iles ~
"I have found the paradox that if I love until it hurts,
then there is no hurt, but only more love."
~ Mother Teresa ~
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