In Response to Bluebellbooks, Short-Story-Slam-Week-19~ The Growth of Life~

Branches bare yet full of care shelter and love

Blessings from above, I see The Light, so bright

cannot raise my eyes, The Heart Red with Pure Blood

The Raised Hand and comforting smile

so near my spirit that it cries, 

with gratitude and prayer, a miracle for me,so rare;

its not a dark empty growth,apparently

symbolizing dearth of Hope,

fullness of hunger solitude and strife

but a growth evergreen as birds approach

and sing delighted, at the crimson décor

it is a sign of Justice Purity and Life

From The Chosen to The Chosen

who bows and must bend,and who prays

Blessed under The Tree of Life, stays

This is Faith,This is The End

This is The Real Christmas, always.