Seemed more fitting for advent than Christmas. Though only to avoid disturbance…
Charles Dickens surely wrote the book.
He found the cutest Little Matchgirl
peering through a window of opportunity.
And in the halo of a leaded mullion,
the Victorian deceit of Perfect Christmas.
‘That’s old,’ you say, ‘days have come and gone.
Those ghosts? – devices, spectres of the past.’
Yet in the blast, a cold-toed child
still stands outside the feast.
All despite a Christ Star waxing in the East.
It’s come to this, you see, and thus.
A grinding poverty lives among us still.
Paucity of love and all-absenting fellowship
allows mankind’s child to do without.
And fills three crosses black against a hill.
Where is the charity we preach?
It dare not reach beyond a cozy threshold.
We give, at best, to those of creed and kind.
Then cry out ‘wipe your feet,’
and ‘leave all foreign sentiment behind.’
Religion is but form over substance.
Giving tickets for the seating at Christ’s feet.
Psalms of praise in perfect diction,
and Mahomet, one more middle class elite.
It’s a world gone mad that sees its children suffer.
It’s just fighting in the queue that leads to Hell.
Must each bible-bashed extreme
leave us drowning in the stream,
like our maladroit humanity as well?
You see, moral codes are not reserved to Godheads.
Humanism is an ‘ism’ like the rest.
Every do good in the land,
bangs the drum in his own band:
His Redeemer, Lord and Saviour is the best.
So we’re left with someone gilding all the lilies.
After ‘suffer little children come to me’
All these ‘lilies of the field’
stand unvarnished through the glass.
In that Festive scene we only rarely see.
Yes it’s cold outside, but if I may, I venture:
That ‘it’s colder in each paradise we build.’
Our hearts moribund and bleak,
like the empty words we speak.
won’t revive the many infants that we’ve chilled.
I am speechless in admiration reading this, well done. Please accept my nomination.
Thank you Mike,you are a gentleman and a scholar,
Absolutely stunning poem, says everything, and really made me think. Sue.
Sorry to take so long to respond.
Really happy you enjoyed this, Sue. My first verse for a long time.
Very much puts things into perspective Jim and quite sad to read, still a super poem, I don’t think I would ever tire of your poetry. Best Keith
Sorry to take so long to respond, Keith. You have no idea how touched I am by your comment. Im not yet back in the saddle, but this was a start…
Opportunely hard-hitting and skillfully penned. Jim.
Sorry to take so long to respond, Gerald. Glad you enjoyed.
Sorry to take so long to respond., Trevor. Its maybe a little rusty as Ive been going through a lean spell.