Out of darkness

I am lost in the midst of tinsel and tinkling bells. Crowded streets, shopping madness, the world spins around me. There are homes with sadness, an empty chair whilst people rush on and don’t seem to care. My heart is heavy, anxiety prompts tears, why does this happen at this time of year? Give thought to others feeling sad and alone, they are people the adverts don’t show


Let us be silent that we may hear the whisper of God