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Poem for Christmas Eve
This is a love story, if you can accept it, that God the father looked down at his world and the world was like a sleeping, fitful child and the child was spoiled.
Its nations called each other names and roamed earth’s playground like a gang of boys who choose sides, always brandishing their terrifying toys.
The world thought it was fatherless and hunted restlessly for some new sign or token as if Christmas had come and gone, its presents all unwrapped, already broken,
and the father God looked at his child and counted the cost of love’s freedom: but he had a plan, to step from out of time and into history and become a man.
With eternity to find the spot he chose with the greatest care. One night a workman stood in a barn with a group of animals watching the birth of God
while out on the hills some shepherds were astonished as a skyful of angels appeared then disappeared, and a few astrologers saw a change in the stars they’d studied for years
and almost everyone else knew nothing. Caesar turned and settled in his luxurious bed while in Bethlehem the power and the glory bawled for milk in a shed.
It was quite an entrance. The only Son of God homeless, illegitimate, a refugee, owning nothing but the world that he grew up in had made himself quite empty,
his birth itself a kind of dying where he abdicated power, omniscience, was needy, hated and misunderstood and after the last violence
he was laid in the womb of a grave for the birth which Bethlehem merely anticipated and for which the blind, brave, barricaded spoiled world waited—
no sage or rustic came with gifts, only some women, hopelessly brave, brought spices in the dark of morning to an empty grave.
Two deaths, two births, the manger and the cross: the first brought hope, the second brought salvation. Out of his poverty this child has made us rich beyond imagination,
and on a winter evening in a suburban home a father looks down at his sleeping child. The room is warm and brightly lit. Outside the night is darkly wild,
and the child that sleeps knows well that she is loved, and in her bones knows how to disobey, and she will learn that none is innocent, that death takes all away,
and the father looking at her peaceful face feels his own helplessness and counts the cost of the love between them in a spoiled world where all must end in loss
but for Bethlehem and Calvary. These births have brought an end to death, and the child in the manger is the Lord we feed on in our hearts by faith
now and forever. Child, if you would wake on this Christmas Eve outside you’d find a star, not a streetlamp. Listen, you can hear the angels’ message in the wind.
New Year Blessing……
A New Year Poem….
At the sound of the tolling midnight bell a brand new year will begin. Let’s raise our hopes in a confident toast, to the promise it ushers in.
May your battles be few, your pleasures many, your wishes and dreams fulfilled. May your confidence stand in the face of loss and give you the strength to rebuild.
May peace of heart fill all your days may serenity grace your soul. May tranquil moments bless your life and keep your spirit whole.
Welcome New Year
Welcome the New Year, Let the bells ring! Lift up your voices; Everyone sing!
The New Year’s beginning; Start it off right. Bid it good fortune And welcome tonight.
The Old Year is passing, But there’s none to mourn. We are rejoicing; The New Year is born!
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Have a very merry and safe Christmas and a happy new year 🥳 !!!