High atop the spire beneath a cloudless sky
the Cross stands forlorn Christmas is nigh
since long in the past time beyond recall
no bells chime here is sung no carol!
But its heart still flutters as hears the Lord's voice
*I carried your burden and set for you the choice
to do this world much good and love your fellow men
be happy in others' happiness take share of their pain!*
Kind Lord mutters the Cross *men still live for gain
act the way it seems your blood was shed in vain
they war and breed hatred between them raise wall
hanker for pelf and power in their loss they squall!*
The church lies abandoned starkly white and bare
only the Cross bows to the Lord in silent prayer
hoping it's not far away when the bells would ring
the Lord would carry the Cross on his second coming!
Dec 22, 2017
Dec 22, 2017 at 10:37 AM UTC
High atop the spire beneath a cloudless sky
the Cross stands forlorn Christmas is nigh
since long in the past time beyond recall
no bells chime here is sung no carol!
But its heart still flutters as hears the Lord's voice
*I carried your burden and set for you the choice
to do this world much good and love your fellow men
be happy in others' happiness take share of their pain!*
Kind Lord mutters the Cross *men still live for gain
act the way it seems your blood was shed in vain
they war and breed hatred between them raise wall
hanker for pelf and power in their loss they squall!*
The church lies abandoned starkly white and bare
only the Cross bows to the Lord in silent prayer
hoping it's not far away when the bells would ring
the Lord would carry the Cross on his second coming!
Reflections on a visit to a Church in Dec 2013.
Reprised with minor edits.
Merry Christmas to my poet friends on HP, I'll be retiring to a remote village for the next 3 days.
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