Blossoms from Heaven #haiku #photography

hana ni uzumorete yume yori sugu ni shinan kana

covered with cherry blossoms

if I could die right now
in this dream of mine

© Ochi Etsujin (Tr. Gabi Greve)

Etsujin was a traveling companion and disciple of Basho. At Carpe Diem Haiku Kai, we are celebrating (this month) the work of Basho and those he inspired.

 

 

Floating from heaven

children dance with spring

angels kiss my face

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Bethlehem #poetry #Christmas

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 Outside of Bethlehem

rocks, sheep and cold

better than noisy masses

for the city was over full

outside of Bethlehem

we dozed as the sheep slept

never imagining

the concert that we’d get

outside of Bethlehem

unusual night for us

the skies were a blazing

with the Heavenly chorus

outside of Bethlehem

a message we received

we cowed and fearful

in angels we believed

inside of Bethlehem

we beheld and we saw

the babe, the son of Mary

we bowed in silent awe

inside of Bethlehem

inspired with a reason

a message for the masses

“wake up to a new season”

outside of Bethlehem

a tear creased our eyes

disbelief and hatred

this king they would despise

nativity

Please if you have time to visit Pen of the Damned read:  “Other Side of Bethlehem.” This is a sad and chilling contrast of that precious night and a look at the cold heart of man.

The top picture of the fields of Bethlehem is from the website of the Salvationist. There are many pictures and reflections about Bethlehem.

Christmas Child #poetry #devotion #Christmas

a star

One day a couple’s life

forever was to change

knowing not what was to come

the setting very strange

One day a babe was born

in a stable cold and dank

entering a cheerless world

no stature, little rank

One night shepherds lay

like any other night

beneath a brisk and winter sky

the sky grew loud and bright

One night an angel’s choir

told of heaven’s news

one headline in history

sceptics could not excuse

Long ago a babe was born

with love for you and me

the greatest gift the world could know

doesn’t fit beneath a tree

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” Many have undertaken to draw up an account of the things that have been fulfilled among us:

…she (Mary) gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no guest room available for them.

And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. 10 But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid. I bring you good news that will cause great joy for all the people. 11 Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is the Messiah, the Lord. 12 This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.”

13 Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying,

14 “Glory to God in the highest heaven,
    and on earth peace to those on whom his favor rests.”

15 When the angels had left them and gone into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, “Let’s go to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened, which the Lord has told us about.”

16 So they hurried off and found Mary and Joseph, and the baby, who was lying in the manger.”

Luke 1:1 and Luke 2:7-16

Down through the centuries, man has tried to refute the birth of a child who came from Heaven to change the balance of good and evil.  There are no other tales (in mythology) of a son of a God who is born the lowest of births and whose life is as a suffering/ sacrificial pauper. It’s incredulous that anyone would follow such a God.

Yet, we still celebrate His coming. This man is no mythological rendering – He is King!

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It wasn’t beneath the tree #Christmas #giving #poetry

beneath the tree

we rarely had a tree

 if we did it was made from pine cones

once my mom made one from tissue paper

it wasnt what was under the tree

it was

a

magic

colorful

 golden glow

perhaps angels

rested for a moment

caroling down our chimney

 maybe the  spirit of Christmas knew

as   the   winds   blew   that   we   had   little

but

warmth and hope

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I’d  scrape my meager earnings as a babysitter

she wouldn’t eat lunch for months

we looked eagerly for discounts

Christmas Eve

 we would fill our little car

with  bags of groceries

one special gift for each family member on the list

I always delivered the gifts personally

I loved to see

Christmas wonder

in the children and parent’s eyes

on Christmas morning we could almost hear the squeals of joy

 the crunch of red and green paper

“Merry Christmas, Mama”

“Merry Christmas child” she said

as the spirit of Christmas warmed our souls

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This is dedicated to the people who freely give to others. I have, too many times to recall, been the recipient of  kindness during the holiday season. I hope each of you can experience the warm spirit of Christmas this year!