THE CLIMB to Christmas
Years have passed,
and I’ve seen the holiday season
in many forms.
As a young child,
I sensed the growing excitement,
and innocent hope.
Sparkling Christmas lights
and the air felt…different-
my mentality aged.
Years move forward
like speeds of light.
A darkness once shadowed the holiday season
and the air was cold…
The moonlight held sadness…
The stars flickered their confusion-
Looking for a reason to stay bright…
Once the light overcame the shadows,
Wisdom began to branch from my tree of life.
The clouds left my line of vision.
No longer innocent.
As I walk the trail of my roads,
I see the holiday in many forms.
Commercialism sprouts its wickedness,
overshadowing the true meaning
and the real reason for celebration…
I can only hope for a revelation of hope, truth and mercy.
There are believers among the lost crowds..
In the candle-light, we sing hymns of glad tidings
and pray to the baby
we would call our Father.
I have climbed the Christmas ladder,
and know that the steps will
still be shaky along the way.
Every passing season,
More scenes are revealed
as I become more enlightened-
filled with more hope
and less desperation.
Every year, the time marks both a beginning
and an ending.
It brings both hope and a new birth
as we all continue climbing the ladder to Christmas.
-Ariana R. Cherry 2015