Poetry

HUMAN BEING

I   ALWAYS FELT UNEASY WHEN SOME ONE ASKS OF ME ” DREW ARE YOU

A CHRISTIAN A PART OF CHRIST’S BODY. ”  I KNOW THE LOVE OF JESUS AND

WHAT IT MEANS TO ME.  I KNOW THE LOVE OF JESUS WAS MEANT TO SET US

FREE.  FREE FROM ALL THESE LABELS THAT SEPARATE AND CONFUSE ; FREE

FROM ALL THESE JUDGEMENTS WE PUT EACH OTHER THROUGH .   THERE IS NO

SUCH THING AS A CHRISTIAN, A BUDDIST , A HINDU , A MUSLIM OR A JEW THE

LABEL HUMAN BEING IS ALL I ANSWER TO.  AN INDIVIDUAL HUMAN BEING IS

EVERYTHING I AM; A UNIQUE AND PRECIOUS ENTITY IN THE FAMILY OF MAN.

Poem by  Drew Womack

 

Santa

I knew someday it would happen……..My child would ask of me………..

Dad is there a Santa.  Is he someone I can see?  Some of my friends were laughing, making fun of me, for believing in a fairy tale someone as old as me.

I thought for just a moment and these words came to me.

Of course there is a Santa if you have eyes to see the jolly Saint of Christmas and generosity.  I’ve seen him in the faces of all the girls and boys I’ve heard him in their laughter as they share their Christmas Joy.  I’ve felt him in the darkness of the coldest silent night, as he brings his gift of kindness, warmth, and joy and light. From the northern pole of love on which all the world must spin, with the wisdom of the ages on which we all depend. In a crimson suite of kindness trimmed in snowy white, with golden bells of laughter he travels through the night.  Pulled by tiny reindeer brave and wild and free.  In a sleigh of understanding, peace and harmony.  Into a world of sadness full of doubt and fear to dash away the madness with all his Christmas cheer. I wonder how he does it the age old mystery how he lands on every roof top on every Christmas eve.  Leaving all his goodness underneath our tree just to vanish in an instant before the eye can see, with just a trace of laughter full of Christmas glee.  Some folks say he’s crazy to give his gifts away He’ll soon be out of presents if he carries on this way, but Santa just laughs louder it’s the secret that he lives the greatest joy on earth is owned by one who gives.  So he just keeps on giving he never will run out.  That’s why he keeps on living that’s what he’s all about. The magic of the season for all who do believe a special gift from Santa that those who give receive.  He’s looking for some helpers a few brave volunteers to help him spread the message of Christmas joy and cheer.  To lose the Scrooge that’s in us and fill us all with joy the find the child within us every girl and boy so we can all see Santa and share the warmth and light and say to all the world  Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.

Poem by  Drew Womack