I sense that a few of my loyal readers share the opinion that my holiday sentiments lean a bit towards the dark “grinchy” side of the street. For those, who feel a craving for an “It’s a Wonderful Life” uplift, I offer the following:
Divine Interventions
It was twenty below.
It started to snow
And it was getting very near to Christmas.
I went to the park.
It was getting dark
And it was incredible, what I would witness.
I saw a man.
He shook a can…
And begged for the change I had.
He was frozen.
I was chosen
And for some reason, I felt glad.
A coin was found…
It made a loud sound,
As it hit the man’s rusty receptacle.
Angels sang…
Bells in heaven rang,
As I stood and beheld a spectacle.
Snowflakes became wine.
He and I felt fine,
As we both tilted our heads, mouths open.
Would it stop?
We prayed not.
Or at least that’s what we were hopin’.
We drank our fill,
In the evening’s chill
And now we’re the best of good friends.
A moment’s kindness
Cured the blindness
That fate’s mistress so often sends.
An act of charity
Delivered the clarity
To transcend our outward differences.
Was it to be?
Was it destiny?
Or just one of life’s coincidences.
To make miracles real,
You have but to feel,
And share a human intention.
You can make them be…
No need of divinity…
To cause a divine intervention.
End