Christmases Past

Life's journey behind me, these old bones pop and ache.
Glad tears wash away the pain as my final moment nears.
Sweet visions of Christmases past flash before my eyes.

Cottages are all dressed up in icicles and snow.
Cedar trees stand manifested in multi-colored elegance.
Wreaths with red bows, and boughs of holly hang on door.

Banners hang along cobblestone streets saying Merry Christmas
Frosty snowmen stand in yards, wearing black crowned hats.
Children sleep warm inside, and dream of filled stockings.

Graciously accepting my final moment, I reach toward Heaven.
With my left hand, I find and touch a vacant spot for my Soul.
With my right, I search for, find, then touch the face of God.

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