A Longest Night Lament

Prayer for a Blue Christmas

I hear Bing’s dreams of Christmas White.
But on this dreaded longest night,
my world lacks joy. At best, it’s bleak.
This Christmas I am blue.

The colors of this holiday
aren’t bright and bold. They’re brownish gray.
Depression robs my anguished soul
of sights most people see.

And no one seems to understand.
Emotionless, I’m feeling damned
to spend this Christmas feeling lost
but hoping to be found.

O God, although this night is long
remind me of that ancient song
in which You’re called Emmanuel.
Please come and ransom me.

  • This poem is dedicated to those who are struggling with clinical depression as they attempt to endure this holiday season.