What Christmas Means

When I think of the birth of Christ, I think of what Him coming to this earth meant. It meant freedom. It meant love. It meant eternal joy for all of us.

Although some may label this as an Easter poem, it also makes me think of Christmas.

Empty Linen 

by Emily Harris

The linen which once held Him is empty.

It lies there,

Fresh and white and clean.

The door stands opened.

The stone is rolled away,

And I can almost hear the angels singing His praises.

Linen cannot hold Him.

Stone cannot hold Him.

The words echo through the empty limestone chamber,

“He is not here.”

The linen which once held Him is now empty.

It lies there,

Fresh and white and clean

And oh, hallelujah, it is empty.

Merry Christmas