by Shea Ryhai © 2009
Darkened skies shed frozen tears
onto the world below.
A blackened Christmas now appears
beneath the white of snow.
The shining stars all fade away,
they feel no joy tonight.
An Angel kneels down as she prays
to fill the world with light.
A selfish mass no longer feels
too used to hate and pain.
Its truth lies hidden, unrevealed
advertised only for gain.
Santa Clause and Christmas trees
and discounts at the store.
The Angel looks but does not see
the gift she's looking for.
Some Carolers sing Silent Night,
the words have all been changed.
Instead of smile they mostly fight
the Angel finds this strange.
No one has time to pray for peace
as honking horns drive by.
The Angels face does not look pleased
she flies into the sky.
The Church is decked with Christmas lights
it's halls are filled with food.
But so many wallets still filled tight
the Angel finds this rude.
The Food Drive box holds 4 small cans
of corn and lentil soup.
The Angel tries to understand
but her wings begin to droop.
She walks away from all the noise,
the lights and hateful words.
Kids only care for Christmas toys
the others mock her Lord.
She sinks beneath the quiet snow
a tear trails down her face.
And prays for all the souls below
who've wandered far from grace.
A single star lights up the night
to touch the Angel's wings.
And in that star she finds the light
so the Angel softly sings.
"May the World be blessed with Love,
and may they remember still.
Their Christ and Savior up above,
who for their sins was killed."