As the year narrow towards winter,
And the season gets colder;
Mixed emotions are seen,
Of joys and tears as I deem.
Holiday will drives each one back home,
To enjoy the pleasure of their dome.
How melancholic for those who would not.
As they hold back to tie the unfinished knot.
As people go home to gather,
Their thoughts are gathered to shatter.
As people unite to feast,
They are at unease.
Yet, God is still on the throne,
Reigning and seeing all things like a drone.
His plan and purpose is forever infinite,
Though we remain finite.
Our hope rest assured in him,
For we belong to him.
_Vizo Seyie (4th December, 2023)
