When I see Christmas lights I feel young again,
the colors and wonder of it all,
opening presents, sledding downhill,
gloves, knit hats, and trains.
Where did it all go?
I got lost, hearing harmful theologies,
get rid of Christmas they said.
Now, I’m taking back territory.
Thank you God for nature,
and beautiful people, from around the world,
for poetry and music,
art and culture,
the beauty of living,
for coffee, sunsets, and trees,
the ocean, mountains and rivers.
Help me to always have,
in this old heart of mine.
Poetry © Copyright 2014, nicodemasplusthree