Poems of the weekChristmas Message
SOME Sussex folk on Christmas morn
Sing hymns of when our Christ was born
But some of they are Inn-ward bound
And celebrate on different ground
Which ever way our minds are bent
There’s Joy and Peace that’s Heaven sent
The night sky shines and mysteries sing
O’er Church and Inn and all good things
And if you pause to stand awhile
You’ll hear on path and over stile
A murmuring breeze that seems to say
Forget your hatred, come my way
Where all the world can be at peace
Where Greed and Sin and Envy cease
This message whispering our way
I heard one blessed Christmas Day.
Tony Gardner