A Christmas ill

Sitting still beneath my ill
No tear nor sigh no sounding clang


Tis the eve before the Christmas soul
Tis the eve before her flesh did foul


Our two souls did once intwined
No ties so strong but death did part


The carols bells the children ring
Once did mine portray the swing


Tis the star that led the man
Tis the light that blind my eye


Sitting still beneath my ill
Tis Christmas pray my heart repair.




Here is a picture of a man to whom Christmas brings to his memory the tragedy of his family loss and his heart is so broken that he longs for restoration. 


K.Oni

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