I dedicate this poem, this Christmas, to all the veterans out there, who might not, or might have experienced something of a miracle around this time of year. Rosalie Kissner |
"Christmas In A Foxhole"
There are some people who don't believe in angels,
I, myself, did not believe.
But one magical night in a foxhole,
An angel appeared on Christmas Eve.
As I sat there alone and afraid,
Listening to bombs in the background,
I knew someone was there with me,
And a shining star, I had found.
No tree, no presents, no family,
Just me and this angel, I did see.
She smiled and tokd me I'd be alright,
"Don't be afraid, tonight its just you and me".
"You know what tonight really means?
Its not fighting and hearing that dreadful sound,
It's what your heart believes to be true,
As you hear your own heart pound".
Funny, I wasn't so scared anymore,
For I knew who sent this angel to me.
Call it dreaming, call it anything you want,
But she was real, as real could be.
My mind wondered to a Christmas past,
Being with those who I love so much,
Lots of presents, turkey and songs,
But tonight there was only this angel's touch.
There seemed to be a glow in that foxhole,
But only I could see,
Do I believe in miracles?
If this was a dream, let me be.
I had a vision and I saw myself
Happy, warm and with my folks,
This peaceful feeling was such a warmth,
I'm sure you think I'm crazy, or it was a joke.
As my thoughts focused on Christmas past,
Everything got quiet, no mortors or shells,
Its as if I went back in time,
I even captured the christmas tree smells.
In my mind, I was home, sitting around the tree,
With my mom, dad, aunts, uncles and my brother.
I got so warm and peaceful insife,
This is the time to love one another.
That angel brought me home that night,
If only in my mind
I was with family, not in a foxhole,
For she had been very kind.
I'm sure she visited many others that night.
But I'm glad that one of them was me.
For I had a Christmas, even for a moment,
A real "peace on earth" feeling she gave to me.
So, I guess my gift that night in a foxhole
Was really a wakeup call,
Life changes very fast, you never know where you will be,
I knew in that moment, she wouldn't let me fall.
Each Christmas time in the years that followed
In my mind, I go back to that night,
For in that foxhole, I learned the true meaning
Of that Christmas song, "silent night".
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