Under the Tree #merrychristmas #poetry

gifts

as a child I would dream

of ribbons and bows

imagine the contents

things hidden, unseen

now I crinkle the paper

of my inner thoughts

so much more in the meaning

than the things that Ive bought

impoverished  the soul

for those fearing to live

take your pallet and walk

only Jesus could give

There is nothing incorrect

in such love for a world

for the lost He was born

offering nothing untoward

so this year I want Jesus

under my tree

Christ soon is coming

to save you and save me

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hope is revived

for unto us a child is born

all is well

I wish each of you the hope of peace. It is not an offering that a world leader can make – the cost is too high.

Merry Christmas to all!

 

 

 

The Beauty of Christmas #merrychristmas #poetry #photography

painted christmas ball

The light peaking behind the trees

new fallen crystal light snow

a song rustled through the trees

it spoke of  gifts of Merry, Peace, Hallelujahs

was it angels? we don’t know

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catching a tiny miracle in warm hands

it grew in beauty white

more swirled and danced before my eyes

was I dreaming?

or dazed by dawn’s golden light

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It wasn’t the packaged red and green

under the tree that amazed

it was the colors of Christmas

nature danced and sang

as the sun’s smile  raised

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cold prismic

May you be warmed by the warmth and beauty of Christmas!!!