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Ken Schneider
12-24-2005, 07:08 PM
How many are there, alone, on the eve of the most joyous of days. On Christmas eve, in the winter of their soul.

Still struggling to find a place, a family, someone to love them, sitting by a ravaged home, with a fire glowing in the front yard. Warmed on the outside, cold and lonely in their soul, with no love, no one to warm them on the inside?

This I wrote for them, and as a tear makes it way down my cheek at this very moment, I want to say. I love you my fellow man, no matter where you are, no matter who you are, no matter what you are.
The Winter Of My Soul

My hands are cold, I have no one to hold them.
My lips are blue, I have no one to kiss them.
My body shivers with no one to hug me.
My heart grows cold with no one to love me.

My eyes turn dark, my hair turns gray,
I only hope that I am loved again one day.
My body is bent, wretched, and the world looks away,
if only someone loved, maybe I wouldn’t be this way.

In the winter of my soul, no spring can be found,
no flowers will bloom, no sun will abound.
No warmth will be found, when the Earth will surround me,
no one will say prayers, no one will expound me.

In the winter of my soul, I lay among flowers, of leaves,
of coverings of snow, no one comes to see me,
or hold my cold hand, nor kiss my blue lips, hold me close to
their warmth, to say that I love you.

My hands, my heart, my lips, and my body are still.
No one remembers, no one cares, no one comes to see me,
to shed tears, or to say, I always loved you, but was just
too late to say.

12-25-2005, 07:00 AM
Thank you for reminding me to think of others, not just today but all days.

Merry Christmas, Ken.

Ken Schneider
12-25-2005, 11:15 PM
I am not now, nor have I ever been a poet. I just jotted down my feelings on how I felt about those still affected by the Hurricanes.

Thanks for the private comments all.

12-26-2005, 07:02 AM
I am not now, nor have I ever been a poet.

I am afraid that we have some good reason to doubt that statement...


12-27-2005, 06:18 AM
I am afraid that we have some good reason to doubt that statement...

I agree with Mike.

I've spent the last few days being grateful about having one of the most wonderful Christmases I can remember (my bro wasn't even drunk when we visited him today...), but also praying for those who aren't expecting anything wonderful to happen over the holidays.

For the family who lost a mother and three children in a car accident on Thursday.

For my friend who is waiting for the local women's shelter to find her subsidized housing. (She can't move into the shelter because she has a 16 year old son.)

For Ally's friend, whose parents don't seem to want her, and whose stepmother actively dislikes her.

For friends of mine, who don't know where their teenaged children are.

For all whose Christmas and New Year will be destroyed by the horror of excess alcohol or drugs.

For those whom Christmas is a distant dream, because they have no money, no job, no home...

I'm not rich, and my family has been through tough times, but as time goes on I appreciate how much I do have.

Blessings to all in this season, and may we all continue to work towards a world where everyone is free and has love, a home, and enough to eat.