As sadness overcame
me, with memories of a sister,
snatched away, without any rhyme or reason,
it seemed that missing her grew even stronger,
with every passing season.
One night, as I lay
down to sleep,
I felt my sorrow deepen.
Startled by a vision, I thought I must be sleeping.
An angel appeared
beside me, consoling me with love.
As she reached out to touch me,
we were whisked into the air above.
I knew not our
destination;
this mode of travel was not of my own.
Up into the air, underneath her wing, I arose,
and in an instant, we were gone.
We traveled to a
country,
where rooftops were all covered with snow.
As we flew across the night sky,
the whole village glistened below.
Suddenly, we were
standing in a home,
someplace far, far away.
As I heard a chorus of angelic voices ring out,
I knew it must be Christmas Day.
There was a
multitude of children, standing,
smiling around a huge Christmas tree.
As I peered into their loving faces, they, one by
one,
offered gifts to me.
The angel turned,
and with a radiant smile,
she spoke as softly as could be.
"Don't fret
about one lost sister, Child,
for you have many in the world, you see?
Look beyond your sadness, dry your tears,
and seek comfort from your brothers and sisters of
love.
Your family consists
of so many others,
and is much greater by far,
than you could ever dream of."
(c) Sandra Lewis
Pringle
All Rights Reserved
Many will be alone
this Christmas, without family, loved ones near, and
the pain will be inevitable. But, if we can just
think of our families, our loved ones, as being so
many more, by far, like as in this poem, then that
somehow lessens our pain.
When we look upon
things in God's perspective, we can see that we do
have brothers, and sisters, in Him, who can reach out
and comfort us, and with whom we can share.
If alone this year,
reach out to these brothers and sisters, in love, and
let them know that you care. Have a Merry Christmas,
and God bless you.
This poem is not to
be used for any purpose, without the consent of the
Author. Thank you.
