The Birds
An important part of Christmas for me since I've become a blogger is to publish my friend Frank's poem that he shared with me many years ago. Frank is gone now, but his spirit lives on. I've shared the poem almost every year with my readers, and -- God willing -- I will do it again next year, and the next and the next. This year the picture of the birds is from our deck. THE BIRDS IT WASN'T THAT HE DIDN'T LIKE CHRISTMAS HE ENJOYED THE HOLIDAY FUN ALL THE BRIGHT COLORS AND SUDDEN GOOD WILL AND THE CHILDREN'S HAPPY SUSPENSE BUT HE COULDN'T BELIEVE IN CHRISTMAS IN THE INCARNATION I MEAN GOD LIVING A MAN-LIFE LIKE HIS? WHAT FOR? IT JUST DIDN'T MAKE SENSE TO HIM HE SAT BY THE FIRE WARM IN HIS HOME ON CHRISTMAS EVE ALONE THE FAMILY GONE OFF TO MIDNIGHT MASS HE HEARD A THUMP AT THE WINDOW AND THEN ANOTHER SOME MISCHIEF BOY OUT FOR FUN HE THOUGHT HE WENT TO THE WINDOW TO CHASE HIM WITH A GLANCE BUT FOUND NO BOY BUT A SPARROW FLOCK LURED BY THE LIGHT AND SIGHT ...
