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Aftermath

Aftermath


After the rain has stopped,

After the snow has fallen,

After the leaves have dropped face down,

After the colored lights have dimmed,

After the carols have all been sung,

After the bows untied, the packages unwrapped,

After all the Christmas cookies are gone, 

After it's all over,

What remains? 


 Aftermath,

The pause between now and then,

The break between past and future, 

The mystery of the known and unknown,

The New Year unfamiliar, the Old Year much too recognizable,

What now?

Where do I go from here?


 Aftermath,

Picking up the pieces of the undone, the unfinished,

Put simply, living in the same manner,

Pursuing peace and goodness,

Practicing love for God, myself and others.

Praying for greater faith to believe that even in my aftermath,

Emmanuel is with me,

Even if I don't recognize his Faithful Presence.

 


Aftermath,
 
 An interrupted night,
 
A flock of sheep left unattended,
 
A chorus of angelic beings proclaiming the birth of a saving King,
 
A chance to see that newborn babe,
 
All filled those shepherds with fear and joy.
 
But away they went,
 
Bound to be a witness of God Himself,
 
Bringing nothing but themselves to His lowly bed of straw,
 
Breaking forth with praise for all they heard and saw,
 
An aftermath indeed, one for all the ages! 

Hallelujah, what a Savior!
 

 
 
 
 

 

 

 

 



 

 

 

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