Poetry: The Climb to Christmas



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,
the anticipation
and innocent hope.
Sparkling Christmas lights
were magical
and the air felt…different-
Through time,
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.
But wiser.

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

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