Christmas Every Week: Christmas Tears
Arnold Kellett's poem poem expresses a plea for Christmas tears to become Christmas joy.
An empty chair this Christmas
An absent voice and face,
A chill amidst the festive warmth,
A stark and haunting space.
How shall we curb our grieving?
The pain grows keener yet;
The all-contrasting cheer ensures
That no-one can forget.
But blessed are the mourners
Who through the darkness grope
To find their comfort at the crib,
Where lies the Lord of hope.
Behold the bright Madonna!
Behold her baby' s charms!
And glimpse beneath our fragile world
The everlasting arms!
O God of signs and wonders,
Now let this new-born boy
Transmute our very tears of grief
To Christmas tears of joy!
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To orer a copy of Arnold’s book Kellett’s Christmas please visit http://www.amazon.co.uk/Kellets-Christmas-Arnold-Kellett/dp/1858521157/ref=sr_1_4?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1231273574&sr=1-4
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