Christmas Cleaning! © Poem by Roann Mendriq

Days before Christmas; armed with a dust-pan,
I scrubbed up my house, all spic and all span!

Down on my knees, how I washed and I scoured,
I polished and waxed, I buffed and I cleared!

My kitchen shone bright, stove-top was gleaming,
My kettle was singing, hot tea was steaming!

My living room sparkled, with fairy lights,
Christmas tree lit up, the darkest of nights;

Buntings and streamers, heralds of good cheer,
added to the bright, festive atmosphere!

Yet something felt wrong, I have to confess,
My heart was not clean, it was quite a mess...

The dark grime of anger, was dimming my vision,
clouding my will, and my every decision;

There were cobwebs of fear, clogging my soul,
and bitterness stained, my heart like charcoal.

Back down on my knees, to clean and to clear,
With Rosary, I scrubbed out all anger and fear.

I knew then I must, clean my way of living,
for Christmas is love, and must be FORgiving...
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