Poem All the suffering…I woke up on the Sunday before Christmas…Looking at a curious illusion…The trees across my window…Made a face with a pained expression. I thought of all the suffering…Of God’s creation…His children…And all his creatures. I think of the children…Who are enslaved…In human trafficking…Their pain is felt by most of us. Then there are the migrants…Who sleep in their shoes…Nor do they have the comforts of home…I feel their pain without knowing it firsthand. There are victims of sexual abuse…Who have suffered so greatly…Even without personal experience…I sympathize with you. I decided to illustrate …This painful face…Feeling a little sheepish…About the peculiarity of my drawing. Then my sister began cooking ham…Brewing coffee as well…My cat cried for food…Then I felt the urge to face the day. We should all take a moment…Whether Christian,Jewish, or Muslim…To consider the meaning of the season…What God means to us.