The Fruit Of His Vine Poem by RIC BASTASA

my own view of
Christmas
has changed

no longer gifts
not even the greetings
oh, i find them
redundant already

now it is my spirit
and the spirit of this season
it is inward
and unseen

it is this feeling that
i am stronger this time
unaffected by some lonely tinge
I've grown strong bones
this strong mind

not anymore about any
envy about that happy
family
beside those gifts
and the tall green tree
or that star and
glistening stars

i have my own
life to live
under God's infinite grace
his will unto mine
am the fruit of his vine.