outside the flag whips in the wind
bleak and grey the skies loom overhead
the tide in the river fights to retreat
but the wind pushes up waves to impede
my view causes me to shudder
as if the wind can slide into the room
and bring its chill within
cold, cold, its mood is bleak
cold, cold my mood in response
mirroring the withering view
waiting, the kind sun to return
and bring its joy to lift my soul
© Suzanne Boyd 2018
Tonight I just want to share a poem I wrote a while ago.
The Coming
The night was dark and cold
or so I’m told
when God became a man
The stars were bright and clear
seeming so near
when shepherds strode the land
The angels sang for him
a special hymn
praising God’s name
and in a manger bare
with creatures there
sweet Jesus came
The night again is cold
though time grew old
since he was here
his spirit lingers on
in my soul dawns
his presence near
for in my heart I find
Christmas reminds
me he’s not apart
but here to be with me
as long as I can see
him in my heart
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