Sunday, December 03, 2006

Christmas

11 Qawl 163 B.E. - December 3, 2006

I sit on stage in the choir singing
We Three Kings,
while three youths
dress as Wise Men and carrying
gold, frankincense, and myrrh
walk down the center isle toward
Mary, Joseph, and the baby doll (playing the Christ child).

In the audience my Grandparents watch,
Grandpa was not overly religious,
but he did attend (at least)
two church services a year
Christmas and Easter Sunday.

Grandpa smiles,
as I sing and wait
for Christ to return
in the Father’s Glory.
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