The Prayer In Your Closet

As Christmas approaches, the house must be cleaned..

So you cobweb and dust, with sweat from your spleen.

While windows are washed and curtains are hung..

The melodious classics, of carols are sung.

Shopping for gifts, for every Harry and Jane..

Are filled with splendor, till you walk through each lane.

Packages with favour, of love and good cheer..

Are hurdled and hassled, for those you hold dear.

At times your hat is hung, where your hand cannot reach..

And thus you are gruntled, with tears on a leech.

While the Jones' next door, are dancing with glee..

Your heart is breaking, and you wish you could flee.

All to behold, are the tears and the fears..

For through every sparkle, lay the absence of cheers.

Hidden within your heart, are the frowns and the

cries..

Of lonely nights, and hunger and sighs.

All about Christmas, when seasons bring change..

Bring to the fore, all the creases with age.

As darkness closes, and dawn is ahead..

The prayer in your closet, is the joy to be wed.