Not Under a Tree #gifts #children #Christmas

Please enjoy this montage of poetry over the next several days. These true vignettes represent what I believe the true spirit of Christmas to b:

Generous the soul that gives

what little he possess

in such a manner shed a light

a heart the greatest gift

***

 

There was a boy not old nor young

of two sisters he was glad

He wasn’t strong nor was he weak

protective heart he had

There came a season barren, cold

his family had but little

warmth  abundant at the hearth

holidays always special

I’d known this boy a little time

a leader in the making

challenges were plenty big

cleft palate, one of many

bad was the year for all

our work was in the past

my children knew Christmas joy

in friendships that would last

gathered underneath our tree

bundled what we had

took shiny gifts and things

Merry, joyful, glad

love came too

that Christmas Eve

Six children

danced with glee

That little boy looked to my son

“like you someday I’ll be”

into his hand he placed his trust

“it’s Christmas time you’ll see”

what we learned that Christmas year

is hard to put to words

smiles tell a thousand things

with stars they sing the verse

 

Joyfuljoyfulwe adore thee, God of glory, Lord of love; Hearts unfold like flowers before thee, Opening to the sun above.

 

His Eye is on the Sparrow #sundaydevotion

Ah spring

fancy dresses are shaken out

girl’s eyes flutter there’s no doubt

waiting for the the band to begin

*

the dance floor full of hope

hard work of building complete

so the weary can get off their feet

moves  come naturally

*

fluttering wings of all sizes

white and yellow butterflies flit

bright red cardinal zip

nature energized by the sun

*

poppies, begonias, pansies

wave their fancy fans

like dowager aunts

they approve of the flurry

*

so many reminders

of springs now passed

new life here at last

makes everyone giddy

While I was planting my garden and enjoying the ritual of spring, I thought about the verses in the Bible that talk about birds and flowers. The birds don’t concern themselves with what they are to eat; they also have no need to practice or lay out a plan for their mating ritual.

The flowers don’t need to worry about their clothing but they also aren’t concerned with how and where they are planted.  They are confident, when it is time, that they will be watered, the sun will shine and they will grow.

Today I saw a bigger “value” to those verses: nature  doesn’t (even on dire days) plan or worry about the next ten years of wind, snow, sun, rain, hurricanes… They know they are cared for!!!

When my children were young and we were urban missionaries, the money we raised was enough to pay the rent and the utility bill. But what about food, bandaids, and clothing?

  • Each month we received anonymous certificates to buy groceries.
  • On occasion, I would find an envelope with money on my desk from a volunteer (paid for stuff like bandaids.)
  • The clothes for the children were hand me downs and my husband had plenty of clothes and shoes. I on the other hand had enough clothes to fit in a small luggage. I never thought “what will I do when my clothes wear out?”
    What I did notice, when we left ministry, was that all my clothes sprouted holes. I realized that clothes that are worn every single day rarely last for 10 years. A secret: I was never better taken care of then when I had nothing!!!

We need to be reminded that we have a God with great big loving hands who shelters us from more than we know and provides for us in unseen ways. Lean on Him when the days are stormy be thankful to Him when the days are good.

Luke 12:27-28

“Consider the lilies, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin; but I tell you, not even Solomon in all his glory clothed himself like one of these. “But if God so clothes the grass in the field, which is alive today and tomorrow is thrown into the furnace, how much more will He clothe you? You men of little faith!

Psalms 103:13-18

“Just as a father has compassion on his children, So the LORD has compassion on those who fear Him. For He Himself knows our frame; He is mindful that we are but dust. As for man, his days are like grass; As a flower of the field, so he flourishes.When the wind has passed over it, it is no more, And its place acknowledges it no longer. But the lovingkindness of the LORD is from everlasting to everlasting on those who fear Him, And His righteousness to children’s children, To those who keep His covenant And remember His precepts to do them.”

Job 38:41

“Who prepares for the raven its nourishment When its young cry to God And wander about without food?

Matthew 10:29-31

“Are not two sparrows sold for a cent? And yet not one of them will fall to the ground apart from your Father. “But the very hairs of your head are all numbered. “So do not fear; you are more valuable than many sparrows.”

P.S.  All of the above applies to our needs. If the birds of the air decided they wanted steak rather than seed, they would be disappointed. If the flowers wanted to wear Vera Wang, they would be forlorn.

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Holiday Cheer #scrooge #postaday #Christmas

A Christmas Carol Illustration 1938
Portrait of Scrooge by Everett Shinn

 

There I was out in the cold (again.)

Do the people who ask for holiday donations for the poor really know what it is like for us?

Do they do it so they can feel better when they sit down to a big fat goose?

I can’t wish them ill really I can’t. I just wish my belly could for one day a year be filled with something that didn’t come out of a can.

I would love to have one gift (even if it was fruitcake) that was wrapped with a red ribbon that I could spend a half hour opening.

I’m not that much different than you. Well yes my face is dirty and I’m missing a tooth (or two), but we all want similar things (warm beds, food for the kids, and a loving smile to say goodnight to.)

That’s not what you look forward to?

Ah yes you are part of the Scrooge Tide. It never changes just the amount that jangles in the pocket. During Ebenezer’s time, it was probably a jumble of coins worth fifty dollars (or 30 pound sterling). Now the sound is the inaudible click of plastic rubbing against plastic. Hmmm what is your credit limit? 2o,000, 100,000 for each card, unlimited…????

My limit is $10. No, that is not per day – that is per month. They all hoped I would just give up, dig the hole myself, and throw myself in it.

Not yet! You Scrooges out there with your long noses and beady eyes – your time will come!! Plastic cards will be worth nothing and you will be unable to rub them together to stay warm.

I’d like to toast you then with some holiday cheer. But we will wait. There is plenty of holly where I live to decorate the halls and I’m more than willing to share my can opener…

 

christmas carol title page

 

Today’s prompt at WordPress daily writing prompt is Ready Set Go. Take ten minutes and just write – then post. I did take a moment to correct spelling errors but aside from that this is a straight write.

Photograph images are of my copy of A Christmas Carol circa 1938.

Beneath the Tree #christmas #poverty #poetry

beneath the tree

We

looked

at pictures

colorful memories

 early morning squeals

mouth-watering scents

and glittery anticipation

this year

tradition shattered

I  looked  at  pictures

tear  fused  with  the ink

unrecognizable monochrome blurs

replaced     the     jolly    scene

journey into

unknown

packages empty

the air was- the same

The  pictures  looked  at me

questions   disturbing   balance

where         are             the?

why aren’t there?

shaking my head

I tossed the picture beneath the space

where the tree would have been

I decided to write a series of poems in contrast to the traditional Christmas. This is written  from the insider’s vantage point.

Poverty’s Streets are the new Manhattan #poetry #photography

Rezist

Poverty’s Streets are the new Manhattan

You want to change me

I don’t want your life

behind the wheel of a Benz

I like my two-speed bike

with peeling paint

no one wants to steal it

like they steal your unoriginal ideas

I don’t need a copyright

on my street art

it’s free

when they paint over it

I have a clean canvas

and plenty of cans

what happens when your money

is printed on soup can labels?

your gold-plated life

peals and all that is left is blank?

what will you have

when Manhattan

is just another ghetto?

Here’s the Daily Post Challenge:

Click over to your favorite blog, and pick out the 4th and 14th words (that aren’t “the” or “an”). Drop them into this phrase:

“_____ is the new _____.”

There’s your post title. Now write!

Photographers, artists, poets: show us BLANK.

Inspired by my friend Charles Martin

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  30. Daily Prompt: Grandmother is the new Kid. | My Atheist Blog
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Travel with me #photography #poetry

All over the world

have I gone

each pin on the map

a smiling face

where you belong

your homes you opened

dirt floor or no

tiny rooms

on a small lift

you go

living with you

no matter no where

showed a window to love

generous people who cared

I have travelled all over the world. In many of my sojourns I have been welcomed into the homes of the people I have worked with. I have slept in a 1950 milk truck, the upstairs of a church, the dirt floor of an orphanage,..

Daily Post Prompt: If you could pause real life and spend some time living with a family anywhere in the world, where would you go? Anywhere / the world is filled with gracious people with open arms.

Photographers, artists, Anywhere / the world is filled with gracious people with open arms.poets: show us TRAVELS.

Photography images the © property of L. moon 2013

Ahh the delightful places people have gone:

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  10. My own moon viewing platform. | The Ambitious Drifter
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I remember… #writing #writingchallenge

bucket of tears

memories cascading over memories

caught in a 3 by 3 black and white image

toddling in white

the camera moves forward

or is it backward

capturing the larger scene

tears that fall like waterfalls

the smallness of her age cannot

gather the drops in her bucket

so she looks to the source

and smiles

sun beams radiate from her face

the tears continue to flow

but in that radiance there is a goal

the camera pans out further

a man carries off his belongings

in two boxes and a large suitcase

he doesn’t look back

at the toddler in white

or the waterfall

steam rises off his black car as he zooms away from us

forever

years later my fingers caress the silk ties he left behind

to me that is hope he will return

she knows in her heart the date and occasion that each tie was given to him

but there are no more waterfalls

just a desert wasteland

of dried up emotion

my white togs grow grey with time

and poverty overwhelms us

and yet we are happy

in a simple world of black and white

brown and grey

the camera pans over a sea of paint

little fingers dabble

a woman’s hands portray life

on canvas after canvas

and life and hope and even a bit of love are reborn

upon a brush filled with color

the camera pans back

walls hold colorful beauty

eyes and smiles peruse the canvas

we still can’t always get enough money for clothing or food

but the stories on the paint filled canvases

are more

than

enough

for this not so little girl

and her talented mother

This is an unedited freewriting exercise inspired by Krista at wordpress weekly writing challenge. The two requirements: write about a memory (starting with the words I remember), write for ten minutes.

Photograph: “Bucket of Tears” © L. Moon 2013

 

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I Shed a Tear #lyrics #poetry #world

songs are beneficial conduits for emotion as is poetry where many songs begin

I shed a tear

for the heartbreak in our world

I shed a tear

for all the things left undone

I shed a tear

for  little hands with no holds

I shed a tear

for small feet that are cold

****

Life may seem so simple

but for the sufferer  only pain

so I shed a tear

oh I shed a tear

for those who cannot come

out of the rain

***

I shed a tear

for  all the ways that  I’ve failed

I shed a tear

tho at times to no avail

I shed a tear

for the hands I did not hold

I shed a tear

for stories left untold

****

Life may seem so simple

when we first make our start

I shed a tear

oh I shed a tear

for the shards in my heart

I shed a tear

yes I shed a tear

there’s still hope for new starts

As a singer, my singing was always compared to Carly Simon. I have never thought that the songs I have written reflected her but I do believe this one does in a rudimentary sense. As an advocate, I aspire to give a hand of hope to the downtrodden. May it never be too late to help the little ones.

Here’s to all those tears that need to be recycled to water the pain in our world

More Than Food On Thanksgiving #microfiction

We gather together to ask the Lords blessing…

I heard the song and heard her singing, I had not heard her in more than two decades

She taught me to count my blessings

“I’m trying to remember grandmama

some days are more difficult than others”

I delivered several boxes filled with food for Thanksgiving for a struggling family of 8.

No one knew that on Thanksgiving all I had were two cans of soup, a box of cereal and a quart of milk

“…I ask for your blessing dear Lord”

Thanks to Jenny Matlock for hosting Saturday Centus each week

A story in 55 – you are kidding right? ( Flash 55)

I knew poor it’s true but a bed, bathroom, and love – always there for two.

He took me home he entreated don’t expect too much.  No water hot nor cold- no heater coil to touch.

One room for the four between the walls. Food was scarce – love was too.

The title “family” that was all.

Thanks to Mr. Know It All For Another Week of 55 words