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

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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.

 

The Lesson of the Sea #poetry #nature #photography #life

Storms may crash about us but we must move forward…

A New Day Beckons – L. Moon

The waves crest

over a bleeding heart

ebbing the sorrow away

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Pain resides

where the salt bites and scours

facing a healing day

*

wet lashing fitful wind

reminds me

I am here to stay

*

In storm ridden life

 we struggle

with this sand pocked fray

*

  feet

 called to trudge forward

always ahead always a way

*

 look

far yet close

beams from the sun’s warming rays