keith ouellette
12-24-2007, 11:15 PM
Another Christmas eve has come and all should be right
but something is keeping me up this very night.
Though I should be asleep with very little a care
I'm stuck in the darkness through which I do stare.
I think back on the year and hear my complaints.
They echo through my soul as if warnings from saints.
I ponder the world and its far away places.
I think of the people who are kept from God's graces.
Miserable places with hunger and disease.
Terrible places without the right to be free.
A government oppressing where corruption is the law.
And the witness is mute of the things that he saw.
I can see a mans face and its full of despair and fear
but he is silent, as if dead, for there is no one to hear.
And now I am ashamed but not for my wealth.
I think of myself in disgust but not for my health.
No. much to often I have cried and now I see not the reason.
All to often I've been angered when far out of season.
For I live in a place where people want not to much.
I live in a place where others dream they had such.
And low I'm ashamed for I have forgotten how truly blessed I have been.
Please heed my words and spare yourself this cardinal sin.
Have a blessed Christmas and life to all who believe and all who have yet to see.
Keith Ouellette
but something is keeping me up this very night.
Though I should be asleep with very little a care
I'm stuck in the darkness through which I do stare.
I think back on the year and hear my complaints.
They echo through my soul as if warnings from saints.
I ponder the world and its far away places.
I think of the people who are kept from God's graces.
Miserable places with hunger and disease.
Terrible places without the right to be free.
A government oppressing where corruption is the law.
And the witness is mute of the things that he saw.
I can see a mans face and its full of despair and fear
but he is silent, as if dead, for there is no one to hear.
And now I am ashamed but not for my wealth.
I think of myself in disgust but not for my health.
No. much to often I have cried and now I see not the reason.
All to often I've been angered when far out of season.
For I live in a place where people want not to much.
I live in a place where others dream they had such.
And low I'm ashamed for I have forgotten how truly blessed I have been.
Please heed my words and spare yourself this cardinal sin.
Have a blessed Christmas and life to all who believe and all who have yet to see.
Keith Ouellette