“’At this time of the rolling year,’ the spectre said, `I suffer most. Why did I walk through crowds of fellow-beings with my eyes turned down, and never raise them to that blessed Star which led the Wise Men to a poor abode? Were there no poor homes to which its light would have conducted me!‘
Scrooge was very much dismayed to hear the spectre going on at this rate, and began to quake exceedingly.
`Hear me!’ cried the Ghost. `My time is nearly gone.’
`I will,’ said Scrooge. `But don’t be hard upon me! Don’t be flowery, Jacob! Pray!’
`How it is that I appear before you in a shape that you can see, I may not tell. I have sat invisible beside you many and many a day.’
It was not an agreeable idea. Scrooge shivered, and wiped the perspiration from his brow.
`That is no light part of my penance,’ pursued the Ghost. `I am here to-night to warn you, that you have yet a chance and hope of escaping my fate. A chance and hope of my procuring, Ebenezer.’” (A Christmas Carol, Charles Dickens, emphasis added).
Why was Marley permitted to visit Scrooge that fateful Christmas Eve night? Why was he allowed to warn his old partner of his impending fate? Maybe there was a silent prayer offered from the heart of Scrooge himself. It was so silent he wasn’t even aware he said it. From some hidden corner of his heart a plea was sent up. Maybe, just maybe this is what that hidden corner of his heart asked for on December 23rd.
Here I am
where I want to be
sitting alone
with no company.
How did I get here?
Choice by choice, day by day
broken promises
have led the way.
With each hope raised
but not followed through
the heart became protective
it did what it had to do.
Forget the warmth.
Forget the good cheers.
Forget the laughter.
Remember only tears.
Until bit by bit
my mind convinced me
that this life
is how I want to be.
Ignore that tiny voice
coming from deep inside
looking for warmth
let those feelings hide.
No miracle for me.
Let the season pass by.
Love does not exist.
My heart will no longer try.
I am quite positive
that the Baby Boy’s birth
was not for one like me
but everyone else on Earth.
But maybe, just maybe,
if it is not too late
a miracle could come
and possibly change my fate?
Here I am
where I want to be
sitting all alone
without any company.
© 2016 ck’s days
