Colors of Christmas

Colors of Christmas

Red and Green are 
Everywhere seen
For Christmas
Was there a reason for these
Surely there must be
Or so it seems to me

Red in the berries
For the blood that Christ shed
On a cruel cross
As Mary’s body was in pain at your birth
Her heart’s pain at your death most
Assuredly must have been worse

Green for the life that Jesus
Gives freely everywhere
For our souls like plants may rise
Upward to live in His purest of airs

So maybe there was a reason
For the colors of this joyous season
May you come to know the miracle and wonder
As God’s love and mercy ripped asunder
Death’s power over us all forever
Through the birth of Jesus, 
His One and Only Most Glorious Son!

The Light is Meant to Shine!

Light is meant to shine

White Light against the darkness
Hope against despair
This world certainly carries a 
Heart wrenching load 
Of troubles and cares

But us, 
We Christians,
Are meant to shine as lights
Of God’s Joy and Holy Might
Meant to carry His Love
Sent from heavenly abodes above

So if you carry Christ’s name
Remember diligently His fame
Speaks of His grace, mercy
And His death’s sacrifice
Which brought down to all mankind
All of heaven’s glorious light
We are meant to carry into
A darkened world’s despairing 
Terror and fright!

Air Dancer

Air Dancer

Long, luxurious limbs
Dancing, elegant
Stripped of all summer’s green finery
evidencing once again that simplicity
may be more beautiful

Lithe and lovely on this cool winter’s day
Glistening white skin shows so well
Of your graceful beauty it beckons to tell
To pleasure us, we mere mortals

More beautiful than myriad dancers on
Any stage
Among winter’s cold breath your limbs
Twist, turn & sway
In time to a music only you can hear
At the water’s edge I watch then
Shed one small tear

Over your beauty so exquisite
My words would never do it justice
Oh, the joy God must have felt 
Watching your lightest steps
Above the solid firmness of His ground!

Twisted Beauty

Twisted Beauty

Long and lithe
Luxurious
In your sensuality
Yet some would only see
A twisted beauty

Gnarled, darkened in spots
Your limbs still dance at
Water’s edge
Yet still of a life to tell
Do you quietly beg 
Even though not nearly as bright 
as those rainbow’s lights 
Cascading upon a watery top

Once you were the same
As any other
Green, alive, strong
For those days perchance
do you still reminisce & long?
But I say with all sincerity
I find your beauty refreshing
Entrancing

It reminds us that life is life
No matter its age
Or regardless of the stage
Within which it is found
God’s love & care perhaps
May yet best be seen or found
Enwrapped around those
Who all their long life
Have best fulfilled the purposes
of His grace, beauty & His light!

A Study In Contrasts

I could not resist this shot of the contrast between the brilliant light of the day’s sun on the dark surface of the river’s water. Have a blessed day!

A Study In Contrasts

Would we know
Happy without sad
The good without the bad
Light without the dark
Or hot without the cold
Or even God if we had
Not eternal souls?

I do not think I have
The answer for such things
Or can even begin to truly understand
Only our God holds in His gentle hands
The reason behind all such things intended
in His eternity’s great plans.

Fall’s Gilded Girls

In between the hospital stay and now my husband’s rehab clinic stay, I found a few minutes to take photos and write another poem. I hope you enjoy these and have a very blessed day. Praise God!

Fall’s Gilded Girls

Fall’s gilded girls
All in a row
Why would one ever think
In you resides no soul?
Your curly locks
Bright splashes of color
Adorn your heads
As upon no others

Some look at you and
See merely trees
But from only one glance
I believe is seen
The Spirit, the Soul,
If you please,
Of the one who designed
Your bright glistens & gleams

With a powerful hand and 
With the greatest of glee
Your bright glories were created 
By our God for all to see 
And to know that they are truly loved
From His all-joyful Heaven up above
So for our pure pleasure it can be found
To be placed upon your yellowed brow 
The brightest of creation’s most golden of crowns