Come we children gratefully
Who are earth’s riches spurning.
Lift our hearts in praise to Thee
That are with Thy zeal burning.
Gloria, hosanna in excelsis!
Angel choirs sing aloud
And mirror our own longing
Heaven’s hosts their faces bowed
Are in the chorus joining.
[Of course I had in mind the very popular Christmas carol ‘Ding dong merrily on high,’]
[Disclaimmer: I am not proud of most of the “poetry” that I have penned in my lifetime. I am no poet, but most of these poems were written at times when prose could not have provided the necessary expression and release. My poems are as important to me as singing may to be to someone who is not endowed with a singing voice—it justifyably fulfils a need. Thus, although not primarily meant for the consumption of the wider audience, it has a place in my blog, which, as I have mentioned before, also functions as a platform for my own retrieval and use.]