What’s the meaning of the birth of the babe who was Christ
Swaddling clothes and the stress of spending everything we have
A Silent Night, A holy night
The screams of the pain of the women giving birth dance through the night
Hardly makes for a silent night for anyone in the scene
Peaceful is not a word I would use to describe the birth of Christ
The mooing and bleating of sheep in the cool air of the night
A reflection of our time and the chaos of life
That reflection of the cross from the pain of the virgin brith
Maybe the pain of childbirth is to reflect on the pain we caused Christ when we rebelled against His word
Our sins that took Him to the cross is the same sin that lead us to death
Maybe Christmas was never meant to be about us
Never meant to satisfy our needs or to meet our demands
The sweet holiday spirit that fills the air
The music of sleigh bells of the jolly old man delivering presents to all the good boys and girls
The ornaments and trees and tinsel and lights
They are all just a distraction to pull us away from the light of the season
The real joy coming into the world masked by a shopping spree and hustle and bustle of the 9 to 5
Maybe a silent night needs to become a reminder for us to be silent
To take a moment and realize everything we have will all fade away
Take some time to reflect on what really matters and what will be there forever
The love of the season must not overcome the love for the reason of the season and He is the Christ
Emmanuel, God with us!
Came down to earth to save us by becoming one of us and hanging on a cross
This is the point of Christmas - sacrifice
True love is more than a gift under a tree
True love leaves it’s gift at the foot of the cross
The silence we bear in the night
And the opinions of others we hold close to our hearts that make us wonder if all we do will ever be enough
The constant struggle to make the season as magical as can be is what makes the season more chaotic than quiet and keeps us from finding the peace it’s meant to bring
The reason we shop is to feel the rush of joy of creating a memory we hope will last
But the things we cherish the most are what seem to cause us all the stress
Hope - Peace - Joy - Love
These are what The season is about but instead we find ourselves feeling
Doubt that we’ll be enough
Chaos in our lives
Seasonal Depression overwhelms us
And a hatred for the people that have hurt us the most
About the Creator
Anthony Terry
Hello, I like using poetry and music to help connect people and find the meaning of life. We all have our own unique stories and I want to share mine to hopefully inspire you to share yours!
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There are very few moments in life where time truly stands still. When your breath is taken from your chest and your body hangs weightless in that moment. Just long enough for it to stay with you from that day onwards. Deep in the red sands of the Australian Outback, I found that moment and clung to it forever.
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The constant struggle to make the season as magical as can be is what makes the season more chaotic than quiet and keeps us from finding the peace it’s meant to bring What you've said here is very true! Loved your poem!