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MERRY
by W. Mahlon PurdinSleeping in heavenly peace eludes many today.
Watching television we see people just like us
Homeless, hopeless, terrified of the future
And struggling in a land of plenty.
Where once all was calm and all was bright
Today there is the greedy darkness that lurks
Behind the layoffs and losses
And shades the might into fright.
Glories still stream from heaven afar.
There are still hand-in-hand moments with joy,
The sense of being "lucky" all the time.
I still find words. I still find rhyme.
The amber waves of grain, somehow less redeeming.
Christmas morn is coming, the tree is gleaming.
Those radiant beams and that verdant field;
Where is the dream, the hope, the love that healed?
12/22/2011 Posted on 12/11/2016
Copyright © 2026 W. Mahlon Purdin
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 12/13/16 at 08:19 AM Aptly put and so true, Mahon...not only for America, but Canada and the World too. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 12/18/16 at 06:40 PM Such a timely piece, Mahlon. I really liked the phrase "greedy darkness that lurks". You've nailed the stark contrasts for people right now. Much to relate to and ponder here. |
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