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Joshua Brown
Man, Christmas time is coming
And I nary have a clue
Of the presents and the people
I'll celebrate with too.
Another year of sadness
I'll pay for with alone
For the damage to those people
Their pain I must atone
For merry times are happy
And happy I cannot
For evil done on innocent
That dark and stain'ed blot
But though I walk through Christmas
Awash with lights aglow
Spirit t'ward redemption
Content to learn and grow
And though she sees me healthy
As if Santa had a clue
The master of the North Pole
Knows not that I am blue
Merry, merry Christmas!
From this quiet little mouse
And love from heav'n given
The peace upon your house
Can I pay that heavy debt
Of adult choice to choose?
Or was I just a child
With nothing left to lose?
Merry, merry Christmas!
From this quiet little mouse
And joy from heav'n given
The joy of wedded spouse.
Determine then the story
The words you choose to say
Will bring you joy or sadness
By the spells you think and pray
And wish them happy holidays!
The presents which they seek
Will turn to gold by Jesus
On that holy advent week.
#poem #poetry #guilt #sin #repent #beingalone #solitude #selfloathing #shame #redemption
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📅 Written September 22, 2023
📍 Written in Aurora, Colorado at his home along Sand Creek
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Thanks for reading. This poem is a reflection on the payment for sin. Growing up I learned that sin will take you further than you want to go, keep you longer than you want to stay and cost more than you want to pay. But that sin is tempting, and sometimes you choose to learn the hard way. And that sometimes, the temptation is Satan appearing as an angel of light.
This is not mournful in the sense of despair, rather hopeful that others can connect beyond that great divide, that chasm of reflection on the emptiness of sin's companionship.
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