Believe Poem by Frank Avon

Believe

Rating: 4.5


We all are children
at Christmastime,
or else we're never
children at all.

Substitute believers
if you choose;
it doesn't matter
which word you use.

One lesson taught
by Santa Claus
is that surely
there is no god,

or that God is
somebody else
dressed up like
Tom Nast's elf -

or maybe yourself.

So hang your stockings
on that night;
hang them high
and fill them tight.

What you must prove
to Santa's kids
is that God is love,
if God is.

Friday, September 12, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: faith
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success