The Ghost of Christmas Future not seen by Scrooge CMc (a poem in reminder of Christians in Aleppo and other locations on this day of festivity)

The Ghost of Christmas Future not seen by Scrooge

(a poem in reminder of Christians in Aleppo and other locations on this day of festivity)

T’is  now the day of Christmas, as all through the world,

Silence has come from the bombs that were hurled.

Life has resumed for those yet in hiding,

Despite the terror that still is abiding.

Hospitals full of children remain,

Many are hopeless, orphaned and maimed.

The cry continues, they beg to go home,

But parents are gone, they left alone.

The streets there are littered, filled with debris,

Survivors still hunger, forgotten you see.

They live in the shambles of what could have been,

Had the world not simply ignored evil again.

From those seeking refuge the call has gone out,

But refuge is gone, it’s nowhere about.

The occupier comes, descending in glee,

Rounding them up, in spite of the pleas.

Some lucky remnant survive where they’ve fled,

Hoping for shelter, and at least to be fed.

Amid the clamor, and crowds that have gone to the camps,

Hearts remain full, despite hope being damped.

Within the hovel, stoicism is shown,

As feelings now strengthen, as hatred is grown.

Questions are asked, many just, “why?”

As those who could have helped allowed hope to die.

Meanwhile, somewhere, blind eyes are turned,

As plenty is had and money is burned.

Cries go out there  for equality for all,

While selfishly they watch as more cities fall.

Somewhere in heaven, the cries have been heard,

Solace is offered through God’s holy Word.

Refuge is granted to all who are true,

The promise remains, He’s coming for you.

A warning is sounded to those refusing to hear,

The silence is broken as angels draw near.

Repentance demanded, will not go unheard,

Jesus IS coming, God’s Holy Word.

Equality demanded is sure to be given,

When trumpets are blown from the corners of heaven.

No more will the cries and injustice be there,

Justice is coming for all everywhere.

The King will soon assume His throne,

After the sound of the trumpets has blown.

The time yet remains for those to prepare,

If only they hear and take time to care.

The echo still rings from time’s depth so deep,

If you love me you must feed my sheep,

No matter how far the flock may be scattered,

No matter how long they are scarred and battered.

Soon those scars will go, just disappear,

As will the pain with wiping of tears.

The sheep and the goats, divided at last,

Gathered together for what waits en masse.

Even so come Lord Jesus!

CMc