Poetry Tuesday – A Gathering of Friends

The time is upon us once again

When shorter days mark another year’s end.

“Not enough hours in the day”

Is often all we have to say.

Commercialism and materialism

Seem to cloud true holiday realism.

Impatience in the checkout line,

Illegal parking by a no parking sign,

Running and rushing from here to there,

Never having a single moment to spare–

All this sounds familiar to us,

But what is up with all this fuss?

Do we still hear the voices of Heaven

Like we did when children of seven?

Do we still see the wonders all around

That God has blessed this earth to abound?

“Today is different,” we remark,

For a holiday is a time to embark

On a journey down Memory Lane

And step away from the world insane.

No doubt, the spirit will reside

In a happy household’s inside

Around a table of family and friends,

A gathering that, by tomorrow, ends.

Come tomorrow, will we suddenly forget

And later wallow in pity and regret

For having thought that one mere day

Away from the world’s twisted way

Would be enough time to truly cherish

The time with loved ones before they perish?

Sadly, caught up in living life on Earth,

We don’t think of our heavenly rebirth.

Like waves in the ocean,

We merely repeat the motion,

Until one day we crash upon the shore.

Then life is over, we live no more–

Well, life as we know it, anyway,

So do more than cherish one holiday.

Truly live life as it was meant to be.

Open your eyes and plainly see

That earthly life is too short,

So don’t you your chance abort

To enjoy today’s gathering of friends,

Knowing it mirrors Heaven and never ends.

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Blogmas 2018 – Day 8 #christmas #blogmas #blogmas2018 #christmas2018

 

A Merry Christmas

Smiles frozen in time decorate ruddy faces1980
And stare back at me, all bundled and warm
In holiday sweaters and knitted hats.
My fingers gently grace the baby
Who was once me in the old Polaroid,
The white tree with the red bulbs
And our stockings with our names in the background.
Grandma gazes back at me with the kindest eyes,
Her knobby fingers carefully unwrapping a gift,
Her patience to save the paper for another year.
The turkey still looks fresh out of the oven,
And I can almost smell the pies on the dining room table,grandmaonxmas
As all the family is gathered ‘round,
Ready to bless each other and the food.
Pictures are our looking glasses into the past,
Along with cherished memories of loved ones.
But as I look around me now,
I see the same smiles with those rosy cheeks
And get to actually hear the laughter and tales
That come with them.
The baby is my own son,
In whose eyes I witness the magic again,
And there hangs his stocking from our fireplace.
My parents are the grandparents, so happy and proud,
Bringing with them their own traditions from times past.2016
The meal is prepared before us to enjoy,
And we are still a family, still thankful to be so blessed.
This is the present, ever-fleeting and ever-changing,
Which is what makes it so special.
Life’s circle continues to turn as I age,
But it is beautiful,
And every Christmas is another reminder
Of how precious every moment is.
But lest we forget there is Someone much bigger than all this,
Let me just remind myself and everyone here
That Jesus is the true reason for our celebration.
In Him is our past, present, and future,
And that is a merry Christmas, indeed.

–written in 2010

 

Poetry Tuesday – The Only Truth

We find it strange

How the tear falls

A minute too late

After the flood has begun.

Sad, little, inquisitive minds,

Wouldn’t you like to know

Where the real danger lies?

A black, rotten heart

Falls to pieces in its own decay

And the remnants are broken down

To dirt on the ground.

It goes to show

What all our pride stands for

When the sand is washed

Down some undiscovered river

To the ocean’s forgotten depths.

Then it is too late,

Too deep, to reach far enough

Down into the damp, desolate hell

We create for ourselves.

Only then too late

Were our eyes truly opened,

Only to be blinded

By the fog of our sins

And the heavy blackness

Of our impurities.

This is the only truth

We succumb to.

–written in 1999

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Blogmas 2018 – Day 2 #christmas #blogmas #blogmas2018 #christmas2018

Ode to Christmas Insanity!

Shopping is done,
And presents are wrapped.christmastree
Wasn’t that fun?
More like whacked?!
Staying up late
Addressing the cards;
Now, wait,
What’s in my front yard?!
The mail truck is here;
Let’s run like a fool!
Oh, dear, oh, dear!
All this for Yule?!
Covered in flour up to each elbow,
More cookies to bake,
Stack and frost in a row.
Oh, for Pete’s sake,
What is that smell?
I forget one batch.
Oh, well, oh, well.
Start again from scratch!
I swear, if I get one more email
Begging for my business –
This is why I hate retail!
Nothing but a mess!
Pull out the tree
And untangle the lights,
Oh, whee, oh, whee!
This gives me the frights!
Here comes the cat
To knock it all down.
Now what do you think of that?
Maybe next year I’ll just go out of town.
Now, I think myself generous,
But how many a charity
Must ask for my Ebay bonus?
Do you want me to live in poverty?
Elf on a shelf
Can take the plunge in the lake;
I’m beside myself
With dancing in the snowflakes!

Poetry Tuesday – So is Life

Window, pillar, window, pillar

Walking down a long corridor

Too black ahead to see

Light, dark, light, dark

 

Ecstasy, depression, ecstasy, depression

Leading on a whole life

With no future to see

Light, dark, light, dark

 

Sinusoidal curve

Up, down, up, down

 

Never-ending

No commitment

Day, night, day, night

Infinity

So is life.

 

-written in 1999

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Poetry Tuesday – The Broken Mistress

This burning blood upon my broken face

Has killed this sour soul with disgust and disgrace.

Your gaping eyes gaze with longing so true,

But, my dear, no love resides in you.

Do your simple soul and malevolent mind

Lack any comforting cure that can bind

My poor, petty existence to your lust,

For my battered body, for only you I trust?

You should have long ago felt my pain

Penetrating your skull, driving you insane.

You did once call us one,

But I fear all is done.

Your own foolish desire breaks and devours

All my strength of life, love, and willpower.

-written in 1999

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Poetry Tuesday – The War/We

The soldiers we made

The lives that were paid

The battles we waged

The souls we enraged

Because of this war

Well, not anymore

The fields lay silent

Our spirits are bent

The price paid in blood

The boots stained with mud

A mother’s heartache

Crushed in the wake

She cries bitter tears

For all the years

Another child dead

From hatred we bred

The enemy’s face

Is filled with disgrace

When with mirrored eyes

We see past the lies

The war starts within

Because of the sin

Of failing to love

Of rising above

Deceit and despair

And move to repair

Every broken heart

This war tore apart

Dry the tears and see

Not you, not me–we.

-written 09.24-10.09.18

 

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