Through the year,
You’ve loved and lost,
Christmas is a bitter-sweet celebration:
Your equilibrium
Has been disturbed.
The ripple expands ever more,
Each memory opening another door
To an earlier time;
This year we’ll start new traditions,
There’ll still be turkey, tinsel and drink
But past and present will interlink,
We’ll think of those we’ve lost,
Those we’ve committed to God’s grace
Until we meet again,
Face to face.

Copyright wordz2Go Dec 2016