You have to admit –
it’s overwhelming –
this task you are asking of me.
The burden is great –
all on my shoulders –
the outcome I can’t clearly see.
This has the power –
to break my faith –
and make my beating heart turn tough.
Or the opposite –
will happen inside –
and this will make my heart buff.
This is a hard test –
a sure dilemma –
what will this trial make of me?
Will I be better?
Or will I break apart?
My response defines who I will be.
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Yes, I am back
and my time off was swell.
What happened last week –
I couldn’t really tell.
I remember it well
as if it were yesterday.
so much trouble from a right turn –
a right turn on a spring day.
But Mary kept all these things, and pondered them in her heart – Luke 2:19
“Husband, husband are you awake?
I must tell you about my day.
Husband, are you listening?
Please, hear what I have to say.
Pretty much based on a true story. More or less.
Perhaps you have not heard the story of how Christmas almost was not.
All because two little girls who decided, Santa must be caught!
Now, I know what you might think – you might say, “There is no cause!
Why would someone want to try to catch Santa Claus?”
Living in a Christmas movie.
How would it be
if we were living
in a Christmas movie?
This and other fine poems available at Amazon.com A boy watched his mother
Tie one red ribbon on the green tree
He could not think of any reason
“Why a ribbon?” he asked her softly.
She replied, “It’s my final gift of the season
The most important one from me.”
“It’s just a piece of ribbon,
Whose gift could it possibly be?”
And he hoped deep inside
His name wouldn’t be
On the lone piece of ribbon
Hanging from the Christmas tree.
His dear mother,
Smiled at her son
Happy for the lesson
Which time had come.
She cut an extra piece
And sat on the brown chair
She held her arms open wide
“I have something to share.”
He climbed onto her lap
She opened the well worn book
Its cover was black
She asked, “What was the first gift of Christmas?”
As she flipped through the pages
She knew where to look
And opened the book
To Chapter 2 in the account of St. Matthew
“In verse 10 we read
“The wise men brought
Gold, Frankincense, and Myrrh.
Most valuable gifts indeed.”
He listened intently to her.
“But those weren’t the first.”
For Sandy Hook
We listened in horror.
There was no making sense.
The pain one lost soul
causes with an act of violence. Continue reading
You’re not the boss of me –
you cannot tell me what to do.
I don’t want a lecture –
or a caveat of “If I were you…” Continue reading
