The Christmas Tree Story 12-20-09

If Jesus told a story
about a Christmas tree,
would Christmas lights be mentioned
in ways that we could see?

Would He describe the garland
or other fancy things -
like mistletoe and sparkles
and pretty angel wings?

Would He mention ornaments
in colorful designs?
Would He explain the colors -
and present wrapping shine?

Or would He paint a picture
of something more oblique -
of something more descriptive -
of something more unique?

Would His tree not have needles -
but rather be quite grim?
Would His tree not have branches -
except a couple limbs?

Would ornaments be mentioned
or dropped from His details?
Would He, Himself replace them -
along with cruel nails?

Would thorns replace the angel -
that's perched way up on top?
Would love surround that very tree
in blood from every drop?

Would He describe the lighting
that turned so very dark?
And would the mountains echo
His final last remark?

His tree was seen by many folk,
remembered their own way -
but it was very different.
It's priceless still today.

If Jesus told the story
about His Christmas tree -
would it have any impact
on folks today, like me?

©2009 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://www.ganderpoems.org/

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TRUTH 2-16-06

What is truth, what is a lie?

Well truth is one, but lies pile high.

They pile up without a base,

and topple o'er without a trace.

Truth is full, and all complete -

not part or half; but both halves meet.

And we must live by truth alone -

the perfect pitch, the perfect tone.

Myths and lies are never rare,

we find them here and everywhere.

Don't be deceived or be naive,

when truth is tied, twisted, weaved,

Some eat them up, a million words -

scream opinions, strut like birds.

Tragedies come, when kids are taught,

and get ideas, from slanted thought.

Lies will die, like wilted wheat;

and truth is fact, not obsolete.

When to the sky the weeds can reach,

be careful now just what you teach.

Amendment one, allows free speech,

responsibility though, we must not breech.

And only teach - our thirsty youth,

perfect, simple, unbridled truth.

History's fact. It doesn't live.

It doesn't take. It doesn't give.

And it proclaims to everyone -

that it's over - done, done, done.

All truth is built on nothing less,

than fact alone - It's not a guess.

It stands alone - a priceless vase,

without a flaw - to rest its case.

©2006 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

http://www.ganderpoems.org/

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