God's Christmas

Fisherman brag of your yacht to a drowning man

Colored paper trash thrown beneath a broken tree in a bed pan

A picture of you, proudly making change out of a Salvation Army pot

Mere veneer of cheer, a seven day Christmas cold you caught

Christ lives in beggar clothes, Allah in an infant's smile

Buddha in a rose that grows out of a garbage pile

The fisherman that brings your food in his creel, smells of fish 

Your heart reveal, sit him at your meal with more than scraps on a dirty dish

Fill his glass with memories of when you asked with extended hand

Take from your plenty amassed, bow to his command

Kneel before this tainted saint, ask forgiveness from his facade

Through eyes of charity, yourself acquaint with the face of your god

Reviews

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

there is a lot of bullshit in the world, and thus, the true meaning of the festive season gets lost. consumerism, sectarianism, narcissism. these poisons ruin the atmosphere. only charity towards our bretheren will elevate the human spirit. and as the winter approaches, compassion towards others become all the more crucial. at least, that was the sentiment in the past. nowadays, life has gotten too comfortable and we neglect as othrs, and neglect our own soul.

[Soren]

Thank you so much for the read and comment that is right on track. Yes we do neglect our soul and a chance to find true happieness in giving.