A poem about remembering hope in the bleakness.
Love came down at Christmas,
To wipe away bitter tears.
The promise of a rescue
Echoes through the years.
Love comes down at Christmas,
Hope’s in short supply.
Weary souls are waiting
For this year to hurry by.
Love comes down at Christmas.
For the open heart and mind,
In that first Christmas story
The thrill of hope they’ll find.
Love comes down at Christmas
Though now the days are bleak
Remember it’s a long game.
There’s joy ahead, just seek.
By Anushka
Photo: Jeremy Bishop, Unsplash
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