Christmas poetry

Dear Editor:

Waiting for Eternity

Jessie ran her hand along the shiny silver wrap,

Wondering at the treasure that lay upon her lap.

It was too hard to guess at all the things that it might be,

But in a flash the secret would be plain for all to see.

Jessie lost her patience on the night the snowfall came.

It left her on the driveway when it turned to freezing rain,

And after that the waiting became more than she could bear,

And she almost snuck out in the night to find out what was there.

Her sisters caught her on the stairs as they creaked out an alarm,

And they coaxed her back to bed before she did any harm.

If only dad had fixed the noise that whispered of her schemes,

She would have made it to the tree in more than just her dreams.

Instead, anticipation grew for Jessie every day,

Reminding her of Mary and the manger and the hay,

Reminding her of angels and shepherds in the snow –

How long had they been waiting, those people long ago?

But we are also waiting for a great and glorious day,

When angels herald Jesus who is coming back to stay.

With wide-eyed expectation every day we’re living in,

Could be the day that we will see God’s Kingdom ushered in!

What a day that will be.

Sid Bakker,
Fergus