The winter stars are winking timidly
To shine, this Christmas, on a peaceful world:
A globe adjusting to a harmony
That dates to Christ, when “Peace On Earth” was hurled
Too soon to heedless Man, who must see tried
Solutions of his own for all his ills,
Which blots his copy-book, but saves his pride
The while it sharpens all his baser skills.
Yet when his gains shall go, and friends shall turn
The haughty cheek, in high disdain away,
There is a Refuge, when we humbly learn
The price the Prince of Peace would have us pay:
A selfless attitude, a turn to Faith–
That makes of Christmas more than just a wraith.
by Ray Romine Thursday, November 22, 1945
