Picture Poetry

an interesting picture for poetry!

We will never give Him what he desires.
Perhaps what He deserves, but what He desires, no.
With a pointed grin and the lives of a million men upon His shoulders,
He comes for us.
We are family, however unrelated we may be.
Each of our colors and creeds and ages and sizes create one love.
This love steels us in the face of adversity, we smile greater as He grows closer as there is no way he can break these bonds.
Those of us who go unnoticed at first hold our family together best of all.
Death Himself has no hold on this family, these people I love so much...
He can loom all He likes but He will never detract from the sense of belonging here in this room.
Not Him and not any of His henchmen. Not Anxiety, not Depression, not Fear.
We all belong despite what those evils tell us.