O Christmas Tree

It's been a tough couple of weeks. Lots has happened and I can't wait to share it with you. However, I'm still trying to find the words to explain myself... which can be very difficult at times... If only you could get inside my head.... you'd probably go crazy. heh.... anywho.

Before I post my story of my new-found wide-eyed-ness, I feel I need to let some time pass, namely, >Get this week over< because it's been one emotional roller coaster with it being Sarah's anniversary of her death. It has been 6 years now on December 17th. And Christmas hasn't necessarily gotten brighter for me. So... to give you my latest work....here's a poem, not in song form, but a poem from my sore heart. 

O Christmas Tree   

O Christmas tree

Why my memory

Faithfully reminds me

Of her

My sadness sweeps

My mind it sleeps

As I lie on my back

And stare

Tell me why

I can not die

Be it the most seemingly

Of graces?

For as long as there’s breath

Must I fight for my death?

O Christmas tree

O how you sting

How I long for the Savior

Shall I shame my behavior

Of longing for Him to

Return?

I love you, says He

Wait for Me, says He

But I can hardly breathe

Say I

Say He, you stubborn woman

I made you better than this

I know what you've done

To Me

But I want you close

I won’t give up hope

That you’ll come for My hand

In the end. 

                        ~kailan