In the nooks of homes, where elves might dwell,
Perched on shelves, in mischief they excel.
But beyond these games and festive cheer,
Lies a deeper call, year after year.

"Psh," says the world, with a playful scoff,
At the elf's antics, up high and aloft.
Yet amidst the tinsel, lights aglow,
There's a truth more profound we ought to know.

What Jesus seeks, in the heart's quiet hue,
Is not the elf's jest, but something true.
Not toys or games, or yuletide brew,
But the gentle presence of "ewe in a pew."

In the stillness of a church, souls come to pray,
Where echoes of faith are not far away.
It's there in the pew, under sacred roof,
We find our spirits lifted, hearts aloof.

The message is clear, in this time of glee,
Beyond the presents, beneath the tree.
It's the call to gather, in reverence anew,
For what Jesus cherishes, is "ewe in a pew."

So let the elf rest, on his wooden shelf,
As we seek deeper meaning, within ourselves.
For in the quiet of the pew, hearts renew,
In the presence of the One, forever true.

February 21, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop