Member Rara Avis
America the beautiful
The snow had freshly fallen and the stars above shone bright
Against the darkened sky that bitter winter's night.
I walked outside all by myself, the wind bit at my face,
And I wondered how on Earth could I ever find God's grace.
Well, the weather was just perfect for this season of good will
Towards men, but of man's hatred I had truly had my fill.
I walked and walked around, but still I could not find
A bit of sense for day's events to bring me peace of mind.
And so back inside I wandered, ny heart heavy as a stone-
The hurt and fear and anger had not dulled, but rather grown.
I opened up the side door, warm air hit me like a load,
And closed my eyes to shield them from the light of my abode.
From distance in the frosty air I heard a Christmas song
And knew that wand'ring carolers would come to me ere long.
Not in the mood for Christmas cheer, I prayed that they would skip
My humbel home and pass on to the next house on their trip.
The prayer it was not answered, for I heard the doorbell ring
I opened wide the door and the group began to sing
A song of Christmas bells, of good will toward men and peace
On Earth-and then, in wonder, I felt my anger cease.
A sense of calm came o'er me like a sweet and peaceful dove
I knew hurt and hate could not prevail, instead it would be love
That would reign over us at Christmas, as had been done before.
The carolers had now finished; they went on, I closed my door.
I looked out at the soft white snow, above the stars shone bright,
The carolers' song had calmed me, I knew things would be all right.
Nail to the mast her holy flag,
Set every threadbare sail-
And give her to the god of storms,
The lightning and the gale!
-Oliver Wendell Holmes
[This message has been edited by Elizabeth (edited 12-16-1999).]