My heart is under assault by evil…
This onslaught of evil presses at the bulwark of my heart,
with intent to steal Christmas.
At the fringes of my consciousness a shadow lurks;
I push back as it creeps; I push back .
Silently persistent,
insistent,
it creeps,
With schemes to rob and haul away
And plunder .
The assault began with bloody murder
A hundred innocent school children massacred,
Dead.
Two innocent cops-
Dead.
Innocents. Dead.
This pillage of innocence,
Like scarlet gashes
upon the snow.
The wails of the mourners are heard from the streets
There are cracks
around the edges
of my heart.
It is breaking.
I am quiet as I weep.
…I sing a dirge in place of carols.
The shadow of death hovers…
No oil of gladness upon my head.
A gray mantle, in its stead.
Must I forget, this Brazen Evil did rear
serpentine head and slaughtered the children,
But failed, yes failed, to slay that One Child?
Do I forget that the Incarnate One descended upon the land of blackness and gloom, as one of us
Akin to our pains and wounds,
Touched the dust where on our mortal flesh did walk,
A man of sorrows, acquainted with all our griefs?
Do I forget that Him God sent
To bind our broken hearts, and set us, captives free,
To make the lame among us walk, and us, the blind, to see?
Amidst this onslaught of evil, we can celebrate Christmas.
We will celebrate Christmas.
The One ---
Who shatters the darkness,
Who over evil triumphs,
Who alone turns our mourning into dancing---
Is WITH us.
The Healer of our broken hearts HAS COME.
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