The Christmas Fair

Looking around me,

I watch the cars go past on the freeway,

ignoring the beauty around them,

in their rush to go on their way.

Looking around me,

I see the shoppers, and the sellers

shuffling from booth to booth

trying to make money

or save a few cents.

Looking around me,

I hear the noise and the chatter,

and the slight growl of an anxious crowd,

waiting for their night to truly begin.

Looking around me,

I wonder if they know what they miss.

Looking around me,

I see the stars,

and the snow

and the decorations that nature provided,

needing no embellishments. 

Looking around me,

I feel the cold air,

and relish in its glory.

Looking around me,

I wonder how they cannot see.

Looking around me,

I see the wonder,

and the beauty

that winter brings.

Looking around me,

I see the untamed bits

still untarnished

by the touch of man.

Looking around me,

I see,

and I wonder,

how they have managed to miss it all.

Looking around me,

I see the glory of God.