Early Christmas Sunday
Inside our complex…
He was walking in the hall,
Surprised at what heard next.

He heard the wind shriek and moan
Around his apartment wing…
He thought he heard voices,
Haunting, on the wing.

The souls of those without love,
The thought that came to him….
Like Jacob Marley visiting Scrooge
An uncaring heart to trim.

Nothing in the world can fill
The voids of people within…
But for God, His Love practising,
Or else you’re a hollow wind.

—Jonathan Caswell

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