for anyone who cares  -  boxing day 2016

WHEN the turkey is just a memory,
When the gift-wrap is in the bin,
And the tinsel and baubles are back in the box
And the credit card bill comes in,
When the world of greed and corruption
Again shows its ugly face,
What then of the Babe and the Angels?
What then of the Lord’s good Grace?
When Nation speaks hate unto Nation,
And the smoke drifts again in the sky
In the name of the Cross and the Crescent,
And more are sent out to die.
Must Hymns and Prayers and Praises
Shrink down to a single shrill spark?
And this world be no more than a cinder
In the everlasting dark?
Will there be a new Commandment?
Maybe a new Eden we need;
Every garden begins with a flower
Every flower begins with a seed.