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THE
PROMISE
During
storms of
mid-December
When her
husband's time
was near,
His last words
were a promise,
And her eyes had
filled with
tears.
"I'll not
be here for
Christmas,
I'll be smiling
from above,
But I'll see
that you're not
lonely,
And I'll send
you all my
love."
Now, festive
lights were
gleaming
On newly fallen
snow,
And the magic
warmth of
Christmas
Seemed
everywhere
aglow.
A pair of
snowshoe rabbits
Romped quietly
on the lawn,
As a group of
Christmas
carolers
Burst forth
their joyous
song.
Snug couples,
hand in hand,
Rushed home for
Christmas Eve,
Yet, mid the
joy, she was
alone,
And the poor old
lady grieved.
She lit her
Christmas
candles,
Then blew them
out again.
It would've been
their eggnog
time,
But what's the
use without a
friend?
She opened up
her Bible
To search for
solace there.
She desperately
needed to know
That someone,
somewhere cared.
It was then the
slightest
knocking
She perceived at
her doorway,
Perhaps a cold,
lost traveler
Seeking guidance
for his way.
She pulled her
shawl about her
And peered into
the dark;
A scruffy,
snow-blown mutt
Gave a 'Merry
Christmas' bark!
She knelt for a
closer look,
And he snuggled
in her arms.
A delighted
laugh escaped
her,
For she
recognized his
charm.
She quickly lit
the candles
And poured them
both eggnog,
And, oh, she
knew the promise
Through that
little Christmas
dog!
Copyright © Joy
Butler
(Used with
permission)
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