Earlier in the year a comment about one of my poems put me in a contemplative mood. I re-read the comment today. From whence this writing comes.

The end of the year and the celebrations that occur
Are very different for all who celebrate, as it were
Whether one faith or another, we all come together now
To celebrate the One who binds us all to Whom we bow

From humble beginnings to the King of kings we know
How He became the teacher and healer of both high and low
Where his miracles helped, poor or rich, the sick and lame
Who came from far and near and learned to praise His name

Even if we can't imagine the full meaning of His life
He heals our hearts from life's pains and its strife
And fills our souls with newness when we believe in Him
He came in his humility to fill our lives to the brim

Not all believe as some of us do, the message is not heard
Because the mind is closed to the hearing of the word
Some believe differently they are not ready in their mind
Their thoughts are simply of a totally different kind

We can only listen to what we're ready and willing to hear
Based on past experience and the things that we hold dear
So those who cannot possibly believe because of their past
That has closed their minds may someday listen at last

To the wisdom of the ages that's held so precious and true
That waits for us to see the light as all will finally do
But 'till the time that passes is enough to let us learn
Our minds will not be open to the things for which we yearn

For all of human kind seeks to find a meaning to their lives
And some create a set of values that somehow just arrives
There in their thoughts without a biblical connection
And it seems to help to give their meager lives direction

So if we are not ready to hear how we could be our best
We'll have great problems in our lives we can't put to rest
But if we find it in our hearts the greatest word to hear
We will find ourselves in celebration at this time of year