(A poem shared by Mary Yu in her Christmas message)
Christmas Contrast
1995
Written by Wilma Rowe
This year, pine wreaths and twinkle lights abound
And snow obliges, blanketing the ground
Exquisite music lifts the heart on high
And glowing Christmas trees regale the eye.
My thoughts swing back to just the year before:
An epileptic’s daughter at the door.
“My mother has no food that she can eat,
No pills to keep from falling in the street.”
Hoping to help, I follow to a hovel in the slums;
And I learn, amid the squalor, that the Christmas spirit
Comes
Not in any place or custom; not in light or song or art,
But where Jesus finds a birthplace in a single human
Heart.
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