December 21, 2004
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ElectricPoetry: "Christmas Spiritual"
"Christmas Spiritual"
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
© December 21, 2004 4:58 a.m. pst
Rudimentary ruminations concerning the Holiday Spirit
Alone this Christmas again but depression hasn't yet
Come in the back door like Santa begging for cookies and milk
Remembering the soft slow wait as the days turned
And the little windows on the countdown card were opened
Remembering the subtle sound of sleighbells
Even though White Christmas is a dream in California
Remembering the silent night,
And becoming the loudest purest voice in the choir
Memories fade with time, but gain luster brimming with Spirit
My life becomes meager and insignificant
When compared to those whose Holiday Spirit
Fills the auras around them so beautifully
My Spirit becomes underdeflated and morose
But lifts immeasurably when confronted with
The thoughts and deeds of others who are so caring
I pause for prayer, perusing the Heavens for clues
I shudder for humanity (again)
Yet relish memories of Christmas Past
And the Great Turkeys of memory taste even better
When the Spirit permeates the Season.
Elucidating emmisaries of Good Will
Permitting me to enjoy a modicum of Family togetherness
Even after mine disintegrated
For these moments I am thankful and filled with Spirit
Thoughts of good people involved with their community
Feelings of fantastic regard and overjoyed with gladness
Year after year the small trinkets of specialness abound
So that now, relaxed, evenly keeled, in the port of Happiness
My ship rests in the berth of Kindness
Gladly celebratory, and suddenly Spiritual Again.
May God Bless Us Each And Every One.
Comments (10)
Seems we never escape the memories, both good and bad. Most of my Christmas memories are good ones, or at least pleasant enough. My family is mostly here, so that will be good.
Thank you so much for the thoughtful response you left me. I cherish those responses and the people who make them. It's a pleasure to meet you.
Mike,
Your poetry is amazing and gives such insight into you. My favorite part; "remembering the Silent Night and becoming the loudest purest voice in the choir". Such imagery. I'm glad you took the "time" to visit and give such a meaningful comment. I teach a Sunday School class of women 80 years and older. I hope you don't mind if I use some of your blog next week. It will fit perfectly into my prepared lesson. My prayer for you on this Christmas; very special blessing that give you comfort and joy in the Spirit.
This is magnificent!! This has to be the finest poem regarding Christmas I've read in a long, long time. Thank you for the Christmas gift of sharing this poem with all.
Peace.
...that is a very beautiful poem.
Words from the heart are often pushed aside. I am thankful for people like yourself, people who share the fun, the sad, the exciting, the horrible, that is life.
<LABEL id=HbSession SessionId="3236589821">:goodjob: You covered everything with a beautiful heartfelt expression of memories and optimism. Blessings to you too.
Mike, I haven't been by in some time because I am almost
absent on Xanga these days. Like everyone else I have a lot
going on, such is life. This is a beautiful poem. I loved it and
in this time of holiday craziness, which I just despise, it is nice
to read something full of meaning, full of spirit. Thanks for sharing!
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