Hark
Contributed by Robert Lyons
Peace on earth
, mercy mild
The season of giving in the name of a child
At Christmas want is most keenly felt
A stable and manger as wise men knelt
But the cold and the hungry still toil in measure
And those with abundance rejoice in treasure
With silver bells ringing like angelic voices
The past the future bound by the present
The spirit of each a reminder of choices
A man’s chains are forged link by link
Think about how you change people’s lives
“It’s not my business”
“But isn’t it though?”
What can you do to lessen the strife?
As silence flows through the dark wintery night
