Sunday, December 13, 2020

Not this Christmas...

 The Covid-19 virus has changed a lot of things this year. I think all of the live Christmas concerts have been canceled. There are some Zoom presentations, like the Virtual Singing Christmas Tree, tonight, from Ocean Grove, N.J., and the Cathedral Choir's annual presentation of "Handel's Messiah." Today's poem is in remembrance of school concerts past. Let's hope what we're missing out on this year, will be back in 2021...

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As a mother and a father sit with other moms and dads

in a crowded auditorium waiting for their gals and lads


to perform at the Christmas concert playing flute or sax or drum

or caroling their hearts out, parents sit smiling, rapt, and mum.


It doesn’t matter if their offspring forget some words or squeaks

parents just keep snapping photos. This is one of life’s sweet peaks!


Observing, it occurred to me, when I give God stammered praise

or fumble with lyrics of a hymn, His eyes do not get glazed.


My prayer need not be eloquent; my song need not be smooth

God’s tender eyes are watching me; there is nothing I must prove.


As each loving mom and dad adore their child’s song, off-key

my Heavenly Father knows my heart. He’s pleased to hear from me!


Maude Carolan Pych

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