The angels still sing

Many people are facing the upcoming holidays without the person they love. Maybe they haven't found this person yet, maybe they are separated for a while, or maybe one has gone on to heaven. For whatever reason, although the true meaning of Christmas is ever-present and gives eternal joy, the longing in the heart to share the holidays with that person will never go away. This poem is dedicated to those people. May God bless your Christmas and surround you with love, joy, and peace.

The angels still sing “Gloria”


One more Christmas without your bliss;
New Year’s Eve without your kiss.
But let’s not dwell on things I’ll miss;
For the angels still sing “Gloria.”

The fire doesn’t seem as warm to me;
The lights, a little dim on the tree.
Carols are sung with not quite so much glee,
But the angels still sing “Gloria.”

The mistletoe stays in the box this year;
But I hung the bells without a tear.
My love for the season is still there,
And the angels still sing “Gloria.”

What was so romantic about the snow?
I’ll bake the cookies, but without the glow.
Yet in my heart, there is joy, for I know
That the angels still sing “Gloria.”

By candlelight later, I’ll say a prayer
That things may be different by next year.
If not, it won’t be too much to bear,
For the angels will still sing “Gloria.”

"And suddenly there was with the angel, a multitude of the heavenly host, praising God, and saying, Glory to God in the highest, and on earth, peace, good will toward men!"