Poetry in the spirit of the Christmas Season
Her light is still shining on me,
a light of self-sacrifice,
living by giving,
herself – away to others,
and living by loving –
everyone, regardless of creed.
Hands reaching, heart reaching,
I don’t have her calling,
but I’m inspired by her example,
help me God to love,
not to preach sermons,
but to give to others,
to do, and to help,
and lay myself,
down on the altar,
Note: It’s true that just one life can make a difference. She left her homeland when she was only 18.
Blessings of peace to you this season!
Poetry © Copyright 2014, nicodemasplusthree