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| Haiku: The magnificent, colorful Christmas tree at Rockefeller Center |
Trudging down the street
Cold wind tugging at my coat
Not a soul in sight
Hunger calls my name
No bed to rest my weary head
Sadness builds within
Without an address
Homelessness is my present
No gifts sent my way
A Merry Christmas
Surrounded by misery
Glimmer of hope, gone
During the holiday season, I am often reminded that each of us carries our version of a Merry Christmas story. At Rockefeller Center, many gathered to see the tree shown above. It was a mix of people with many, varied stories. Some stories might be rich with gifts and love, while other stories rife with pain and suffering. Through all this, the homeless, the poor, the abandoned struggle to make it through each day. It is my prayer that during the holiday season, we pause to help others; we will be the richer for it.
I've added a stanza above as my contribution to this week's Haiku Heights prompt: Gifts. I hope this post adds some food for thought to your holiday giving plans. Want to write Haiku? Join in at Haiku Heights or Carpe Diem.
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