A Very Special Tree

A Very Special Tree

The sun was setting in the sky,

And snow loomed in the air,

People jammed the malls,

Or gathered for a posh affair.

Tree lots had meager choices,

There was not much that remained,

And even those selections,

Suffered from recent days it rained.

A rector from a parish church,

In the poorest part of town,

Came across a straggly fir,

The smallest one around.

Its branches were quite flimsy,

It was even slightly bent,

But its straggly little branches,

Gave off a fragrant scent.

Soon it stood next to the altar,

In the rector's tiny church,

Trimmed in antique ornaments,

On a gilded metal perch.

Waterford crystal lights,

From the rector's Irish past,

Gave the little tree such beauty,

That was totally unsurpassed.

A dazzling Christmas angel,

In spun silver, flecked with gold,

This magical little tree,

Became a treasure to behold.

No longer bent but ramrod straight,

It stood for all to see,

Its branches raised unto the Lord,

In praise, divine and heavenly.

Carmen Henesy

Copyright © 2008 Carmen Henesy. All Rights Reserved

Holiday Greetings

Holiday Greetings

How quickly this year has vanished,

In the blinking of an eye,

It’s impossible to grasp where it’s gone,

So I will not even try. 

I see frenzied throngs of shoppers,

In search of that perfect gift,

So I know Yuletide has come again,

Time for thoughts to take a shift.

If only for a fleeting span of time,

There’s a sense of caring and joy,

Even little ones are well behaved,

In hopes of that special toy. 

Midst the smell of wintery evergreens,

And cinammon and spicy treats,

Many feel a sense of renewal and hope,

Determined to fight defeats.

With the shimmering lights and tinsel,

May our love come shining through,

Reaching out as we always should,

But seldom find the time to do.

Cherish the words the carolers sing,

And pause to remember those friends,

Who enrich our lives in every way,

As another year rapidly ends.

I wish all of you your heart’s desires,

And send my love your way,

And hope this season and the year to come,

Are better with each passing day.

Carmen Henesy

I wrote this poem ten years ago but I thought I would share it with you today.

Copyright (c) December 2008 by Carmen Henesy
All rights reserved. 

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