September Book Review- The Cottingley Secret
August 29, 2018
December 24, 2018
Danielle Van Alst
The Christmas Miracle- A Story in Rhyme
By: Danielle Van Alst
The gentle snow began to fall for tonight is Christmas Eve
a time of magic and enchantment for those who do believe.
Walking down the city streets past the shops that glow so bright
with decorated window scenes and gleaming colored lights,
staring through the icy glass at the trinkets locked inside
that would soon be given out as gifts and then quickly tossed aside.
There was a calmness in the air, the town was quiet and so still
a tired taxi driver sat, with a wreath perched on its grill.
For everyone was home with their friends and family
all gathered close together around their Christmas tree
celebrating all the joy and laughter that comes but once a year
singing yuletide carols and spreading Christmas cheer.
But, as I stared into the brilliant star filled Christmas sky
my soul began to fill with hurt and I began to cry
for my heart was freshly broken, the wounds still cut me like a knife,
the only man I ever loved was gone and pulled out of my life.
I felt empty and alone this entire painful season
without the ones you love what’s the meaning and the reason?
The weight of all my agony was slowly bearing down,
swimming in the misery as I began to drown.
Now I had met my moment as I strolled up toward the bridge
to make that fateful choice as I stepped upon the ridge.
Then suddenly I felt a hand wrap around my arm
that firmly pulled me back from my impending harm,
in disbelief I stared into a face so worn and old
of a man dressed in rags who shivered from the cold.
There was something so familiar in his eyes of crystal blue
something warm and friendly, something that I knew.
Meekly he did whisper if I could spare a dime
“for tonight is Christmas Eve and I’m running out of time.
You see it’s been a brutal year and I haven’t got much money
and I’d really love to buy a gift for my special honey.”
He pulled out his hand with its torn and tattered glove
and opened it to show me what he saved up for his love.
I could see his despair as the contents came to view
for he held nothing more than lint and a rusty coin or two,
“I want her to be happy for she’s been sad for quite a while
she just hasn’t been herself and I’d love to see her smile.”
My heart went out to this man for I could see his pain
a soul wrapped in sorrow and a face covered in shame.
Then suddenly I knew the answer to his faithful prayers
something that would wipe away all his woes and cares.
A shiny yellow locket that hung loosely on my neck,
a gift from my beloved before his fatal wreck.
This symbolic little trinket was a reminder of my pain
an empty golden heart tied upon a chain.
I gave the man his treasure as he stared through tear filled eyes
he clutched to his heart, his face beaming with surprise,
reaching out he pulled me into a friendly warm embrace
a kind and gentle gesture of gratitude and grace.
Once again, he thanked me as he set out along his way
For in my heart I knew that this man would be okay,
slowly he did walk into the snow filled Christmas night
becoming a mere shadow before he disappeared from sight.
Suddenly, my soul was calm and my heart felt so at ease,
new found joy and warmth now filled the gentle Christmas breeze.
I started to head home for it was growing very late
when something in my pocket appeared by an act of Christmas fate,
pulling out my hand a glistening object caught my sight
a golden pair of angel wings so delicate and bright.
I thanked God for his magic that saved me from my strife
and for the wondrous gift of love and the miracle of life.
I no longer felt broken, lost, and so alone
for suddenly I knew my love had found his way back home,
carried on an angel’s wing watching over me
where in my heart our love will live for all eternity.