The Work of Christmas
When the song of the angels is stilled,
When the star in the sky is gone,
When the kings and the princes are home,
When the shepherds are back with their flock,
The work of Christmas begins:
To find the lost,
To heal the broken,
To feed the hungry,
To release the prisoner,
To rebuild the nations,
To bring peace among brothers,
To make music in the heart.
An after Christmas Poem by Howard Thurman
Sadly true.
Yep, I felt instantly guilty as well.
Perfect… ✨
🙂
This is a beautiful poem. Perhaps it should be on a Christmas card. I will have to learn more about Howard Thurman.