If I could ask for just one gift,
this Christmas, it would be ‑
that we would share this Holy Night
as one true family.
That anger and long passed disputes
would fade away this night.
And all who had forgotten You,
would see that guiding light.
That words once said in haste and pain,
would heal as time drew near.
Roads once leading far astray,
returned as paths made clear.
That those of us, who’d wandered far,
returned home on that day.
Healing wounds from long ago
forgiving as we pray.
The mystery that came to pass
would bind us through His love.
A family gathered once again,
united from above.
©1987 Jeanne C. Lewis
Jeanne Lewis Equine Photographer 