Housecleaning
I’m supposed to be cleaning my house.
Those shelves won’t dust themselves!
And I’m kind of afraid to look in the crisper drawer.
Is this what the Kindom of God is like?
Rooms full of who knows what
that has been accumulating for
who knows how long?
Is this the world that Sweet Baby Jesus
was born to save? Dust. Something
growing in the corner. A woman
writing what purports to be a Christmas poem.
You do know that God loves all the corners, right?
Under the rug. Under the bed. Under the bath mat.
If you lift the corner you can see Sweet Baby Jesus
handing soup to a child sitting in the rubble.
Go ahead. Lift the corner.
Have some soup.
Dana and Mike Rhyne
Christmas 2024
An excellent Christmas poem! Merry Christmas! :)
ReplyDeleteThank you! Hope you're enjoying your cottage by the sea!
DeleteThis is my favorite of your Christmas (or holiday) poems. It's perfect in every way. That tree made of buttons and such is perfect, too. Is that one of your creations? Doesn't make any difference; it's great whether you made it, or someone else did, or you just found a photo. It seems to fit the poem perfectly, like it's made up of all the bits housecleaning you found in the process of getting the halls ready to be decked!
ReplyDeleteThank you! My best friend gave me the Christmas tree this year - it's from a local artist and I love it!
DeleteI've already commented on your poem, the best. it's just real, real life. Merry Christmas.
ReplyDeleteThank you!
DeleteLOL!
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