A Precious Moment Poem by Daniel Wittfoth

A Precious Moment



I answered the door
to the sight of a barefoot child
Standing in the snow
with dirt covering most of his face and clothes
I wondered if I had the heart to know
the tragedy of life behind his eyes

I asked him into my home
he stood there in silence for the longest time
just gazing into my fireplace that offered warmth
There behind his youthful but somehow aged eyes
a smile slid across his frosted lips
as he slowly entered and began to speak

Thank you for asking me in
for sharing the warmth of your home with me
In all that I could ever wish to return to you
I have only the gift of a precious moment
for the kindness you have shown to me

It was Christmas tonight all around the world
Sanat Claus in many different languages and countries
The birth and trials of Jesus Christ
no matter where you were tonight
that northern star was the brightest in the sky
And here in my house was this child
from nowhere on this special holiday

I glanced behind me at the clock
it was just about to strike midnight
I looked back to ask the child to stay
but he was gone in that brief moment I had looked away
I wondered if he had really been there
in my heart I knew he had

It was Christmas tonight all around the world
Santa Claus in many different languages and countries
The birth and trials of Jesus Christ
no matter where you were tonight
that northern star was the brightest in the sky
And as I looked out the front door
There were little footprints in the freshly fallen snow
yet, none lead away.....

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