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Abounding Love
by Antoinette Kopperfield
Tuesday, December 16, 2003
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I see Christmas different now
Though I once was a child
with wide eyes-
and counted all my presents
under trees put there by parents
The magic is still the same
though I now see the poor
in a different light-
with arms open for comfort
and wallets open for change
We all strive to be good
though our hearts sometime
cry for one another-
like homeless cry for homes
though they sit in shelters
I want to help more now
than before. When I had no
compassion or reasons-
to feel their pain
and walk their walk
I only wish a good Christmas
for those with nothing
as I have everything-
A family. A husband
and abounding love.
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| Reviewed by Kate Clifford |
12/16/2003 |
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| You are indeed lucky and full of compassion. Wonderful write. |
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| Reviewed by Lisa Hilbers |
12/16/2003 |
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| Oh but they do have something...It's the warmth of your heart. Happy Holidays. Lisa |
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| Reviewed by jude forese |
12/16/2003 |
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| compassionate holiday pathos ... well done! |
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| Reviewed by Sandie Angel |
12/16/2003 |
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Good for you to be feeling this way. What a wonderful compassionate write this is!
May Lu a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o) |
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