A Yule Tide Speculation
The stockings hang
As He did
A tree will rise in lighted splendor
With dozens of round twinkling eyes
All iris- all colors- they hang
Children and all expecting
Blinded by desire in the sky
And all He wanted was an alternative- all he suggested
A hope declined
They were denied their insatiable dreams?
Their hungry eyes did not feast upon their expected opulence?
And damn the enablers of course!
Misguided wretches- misdirected love…
And the one who denied Him?
The Truth.
They cried, spewed their grief of lost luxury to the world
The anguish brought upon themselves
The thoughtless intentions- what’s one to one million deficiencies?
His response to deprivation?
He dug his nails out
And why not?
His father had spoken
Our Father is speaking
Empty wrappers crumpled and forgotten
A temporary comfort never savored
No thought half formed about it
Snow melts- and they cheer- bask in the slush of convenience
Convenience over beauty
Desire over gratitude
And why not?
And He returned
And they left the others in the dark and cold hell
Desire- an escort of no meaning