A Poem, By Joy Aletheia Stevens
Lights twinkle in a tree,
And their warm glow comforts me.
It shimmers and shines like a gilded thing,
And my heart begins to sing.
I enter in to a time and space
Of remembrance, and of so much grace,
Where hope and peace seem living things.
Oh what joy this season brings!
And I am humbled, once again,
As I happily greet long known friends;
I remember the babe a young girl bore,
I remember His sacrifice, and more.
I see Heaven, and it touches earth,
The Great and Mighty folded down to birth.
A shining star hangs in the sky,
And wise men journey to find out why.
The stars, they shimmered on that night,
Like in my tree, preaching hope and light.
For Hope and Peace really are alive,
Wrapped in the Child, born that night.
And so I sit and I gaze on trees.
I unwrap baubles, my laughter free.
I worship the One who alone could save me.
I remember Christ, with a Christmas Tree!
After Jesus was born in Bethlehem in Judah, during the time of King Herod, Magi from the east came to Jerusalem and asked, “Where is the one who has been born king of the Jews? We saw his star when it rose and have come to worship him.” Matthew 2:1-2
Joy Aletheia Stevens