Season Of Hope

This is the season of family and joy;
celebrating a day of Love’s birth;
a mystical time for each girl and boy;
as God’s love encircles the earth.

This is a day that time stands still;
disagreements become irrelevant;
destiny bows to the Master’s will;
expressions of love; more eloquent.

Truth; no longer; defined by majority;
love; in the very air we breathe;
reality; expressed by God’s authority;
and, all; give more; than receive.

A season when prodigals and God elope;
servants fall in love with their Master;
Christmas is the season of eternal hope;
when peace displaces disaster.

This season surpasses all understanding;
a time to sheathe every sword;
a time with only the Master commanding;
and peace, itself, the reward.

All are told; “tis the season to be jolly;”
mirthful laughter; the appropriate norm;
a spiritual respite for this kingdom of folly;
where all those lacking truth; conform.

When the sun sets on this season of hope;
ye who have wisdom; take heed;
God’s throne is above potentate or pope;
and, it’s only love that we need.

Monty 12/16/23. # 1,888