Are visions physical now or later?
Into the sleigh we all sat aright,
As the flakes continued throughout the night,
Across the hills and dales in flight,
Singing aloud under the moon’s shining light.
Away away, were the cries of us all,
Over the hills go faster was our call,
On our faces we felt the breezes so small,
Look at us now you can hear the call.
Up the road in haste we flew,
Carrying within images we drew,
A turkey, with stuffing we had no clue,
Will we be ready for a grand review.
The horses they slowed not out of fear,
You could sense twas the season of the year,
Arrive we did to the sound of great cheer,
Come here one and all let us revere.
Was this night to be warm with feelings of joy,
Reactions of peace had entered our souls,
Something aright had come upon the world,
We knew not what as the prophets foretold.
A manger we heard was to hold a Savior,
My child said God come meet his mother,
Our delight became real as we met his Son,
A child like us, he would die to save us.
Shepherds beheld one who was poor,
Angels announced adoring God’s presence,
They sang from realms of heaven above,
Let us come too and behold his glory.
A world apart from that night long past,
Still doubts of his birth ring in too many,
Twas real we cry look into your heart,
Believe he came that we would live.
Poems for the Season
Ralph B. Hathaway, 2020