A letter to Santa? the poem

I want a dad that doesn’t drink

Until he throws up in the kitchen sink

I want a mum who doesn’t bark

And kick and I hide from in the dark

I want relations who don’t bicker

Showing off to which one is thicker

I want a brother I can look after

That I can tickle with bursts of laughter

I want a sister I can keep safe

Away from those who in their deeds, chafe

I want a way out of here to a sunny place

Just a few hours to give my head space

Who is Jesus?

Where do you see Jesus?

In the puncture holes of the addict

In the wounds of the gangraped

In the hands of the soldier

In the mind of the murderer

I see what grace and mercy can change.

Where do you see Jesus?

On the thighs of the streetwalker

On the scars of the cutter

On the fists of the slumlord

On the boots of exterminators

I see what the love of Jesus can change.

Where do you see Jesus?

In the eyes of the frightened

In the mouths of the scared

In the hearts of believers

In the arms of our Lord

I see what Jesus can change

The Lord is with us

Jesus is here, pitching his tent,

Residing in our hearts

Open your heart and let the Lord in

Let him camp with you.

Suzie Gallagher