a christmas poem

[Celtic Camel]

Let them see

Week after week I go there

In search of answers and truth

I listen to the word as preached -

It all sounds good and right,

But it doesn’t connect.

I search the faces and eyes of people

To see if they have found it.

Instead I see they’ve hidden

Behind their own protective walls.

I stumble, embarrassed they might see.

As I run from the “holy” place

I hear the echo of a prayer:

“Let her see your love in us”

My heart breaks but I can’t stop

My fears control me now

And the pain is real again.



Week after week I go there,

Wondering what people see,

If they hazard a look in my eyes.

Do they see the hurt and anger?

Or just another blank stare

From a soul hiding behind walls?

Will I ever be the one to pray

The prayer that’s been said for me?

“Let them see Your love through me.”

20 December 1999

 

[Celtic Camel]

ok... it's not a christmas poem, but I stuffed up and tried to fix it...