Sounds of serenity serendipitously serenade the soul situated twixt time and eternity
With songs rising in the heart that longs to belong to youth renewed in silent beauty,
Believing in living in life and love, speaking in an heavenly language from above,
Running and laughing into the New Year, unbounded, free and unchained from fear
To hold another so dear, to bring cheer where there are tears, and light in the dark
Places of the world so stark as we ourselves become our own spark of angelic grace
That we interlace with the souls of sisters and brothers around this one wide globe
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Happy and Most Blessed New Year to One and All!
This morning I awoke with a melancholy heart,
My mind on a trolley filled with a volley of thoughts
Brought on partly by the New Year, partly by the old,
And I felt cold, yet at the same time strangely bold;
Not only had I survived the old, but in ways even thrived,
And I could not help but wonder what is in store this year?
I hear it’s supposed to be a good one for me, but we’ll see!
Here it is, then: January has creeped in and I begin again;
Changes are in store for me, so it won’t be a bore for sure!
And I do have my resolutions for some small revolution
In my life, but the year now stretches far beyond my sight,
And it is a bit frightening; will there be blight? Or might
I thrive like busy bees in their hive? Well, I am alive!
What about you? To you I simply say, ‘Happy New Year!’
May yours be blessed with peace and cheer and lots of love!
An end in sight but there is a bend, too, to be turned;
While not everything left behind us can be burned,
Yet there is the unknown, frightening yet exciting . . .
Will we meet another street like the one we are on?
Or will it be fresh, clean and serene for us to travel?
We glance at the clock at the crossing of this block
And tremble inside; we cannot abide where we are,
No matter how brightly shines our star;
We will go far in a mere few steps, dear;
Time chimes late into this night as we look for light,
Bright sun newly risen on horizon with anticipation
And hope for better pilgrimage in a much better age;
But we do not know and this shows in our very eyes!
Some won’t make it to the bend; it’ll truly be the end;
Some will go swinging around bringing holiday cheer
Never knowing the Reaper is near;
Yes, sadly, it will be their last year;
Some will round the corner in fear
Of the unknown, asking what seeds have been sown,
And when they are shown, all the fear will disappear
In the brand New Year in which we will hear shouts
Of glee and bitter cries, hellos and sad goodbyes . . .
But it comes, nevertheless, as surely as the sun rises;
So may the New Year bring you cheer, I say this day,
And may blessings fall upon all who are near and dear!
Over the seas and through the valleys blows numinous breeze;
Over mountains grand and great forest stands, band of angels
Whisper-sing to bring an extraordinary message from up above
In love expressed from an esoteric pool to school us in serenity;
There is a long song in the air to prepare us for a spiritual affair,
An Immanuel flare to repair the broken, which we dare not miss!
As Father Christmas bids New Year come, then let there be cheer
Among all who are near and dear without any thought of fear . . .
Season’s greetings and happy holy days with shining heart rays!
Now let there be Yuletide cheer for all near and dear
And those far away, too, without any reason for fear!
No tears or mocking jeers, let peace and joy appear
For sheer enjoyment; no sneers or smears, only love
In which each person is a compeer – small and great,
Short and tall – everyone is hailed at the grand ball!
Let war and violence cease and let goodwill increase
With mother, father, daughter, brother, sister, niece
And everyone without restraint or taint of misdeeds;
Yes, and let all needs be met – the hungry finely fed,
And beds for the homeless, and medicine for the sick
As a grand gesture from ole Saint Nick – with a prick
Of conscience to inspire those who can give to give
That others might truly live everyday along this way,
And let not be for just one day but all the year round;
Let the Yuletide spirit abound in sight and sound . . .
One born long ago was torn and died; and Mary cried;
Let us tear no more but dare to begin to repair now!
Give birth to mirth this Yuletide in cheer, my dearest,
And let love once again descend from up high above!
Note: Previously published on Pax et Dolor
I see lights in the trees, twinkling in the breeze,
Heralding another Christmas with all of its glee,
And I think, what a grand time for me to be free,
When once again my ghosts of the past must flee;
For I am me, and I’m here with Christmas trees,
Bound to the evergreen, sounds of mystic angels
As they sing such serene songs to hear, no fear;
Just the right time to rejoice and hold tight hope
For better years ahead, but for now I’m well-fed,
And lay me down in comfortable bed, with my head
Full of dreams shot thru with lighted trees
Twinkling in the breeze, promising coming glee,
So for now I truly am free to be me, you see.
Good tidings to you, one and all, and much fun
Immersed in the many lights of night twinkling
In the breeze to freeze all curses, and to free
In this Christmas season for none other reason
Than Yuletide greetings for you to be only you,
To laugh and dance, twirl and prance, and sing!
Happy Christmas season to one and all! Blessings!
Note: Originally published in early December 2015
Sweet voice around me
Better than a Christmas tree
Leave me here to be
God is on his throne
And this happiness is known
As this heart has grown
Future is unknown
But this father does not groan
He is with his own
He has no gift to give his children this Christmas
Except love, hugs and kisses . . . and a heart-poem
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If I could give you a large mansion with room for expansion, I would;
If I could give you gold, as cold as the metal might be, I surely would;
If I could give you the stars so far away, I would give them one by one;
If I could give you fine clothing and a nice bottle of wine, I would do so;
If I could give you the moon, so soon would I fetch it down, all for you;
If I could give you cars to travel afar and a reservoir of jewels, I would;
Yes, if I could give you both all of this and more from some Santa store
Please know that I would, and allow this thought grow in your hearts:
I would give you material goods made of silver, metal, jewels ‘n wood,
But I can give you only my love and pray you do not shove this aside,
As well as my affection with no rejection nor reduction in my gratitude
For the two of you . . .
You both are my own gift as you lift my spirit to an heavenly altitude!
So with this I say, ‘merry Christmas’ with a kiss you surely won’t miss
Do you think of the person who looks for a place to lay his head,
Wondering where he’ll get his next piece of bread?
Who finds a place to curl up against the cold winter’s night
Only to be told to move when he has nowhere to go,
Except maybe six feet below?
Or the little girl who whirls around from alleyway to alleyway
Trying to find someone who cares but only ends up
With some pervert that binds her behind locked door?
Do you consider the old woman with shopping cart
Who makes dumpsters her grocery mart?
Or the wandering band from a foreign land
They used to call home?
Or the shell-shocked children of Gaza
Who search for toys among rock and rubble plazas?
Do you think oils spills that poison drinking water
Or the mountain of bills the poor cannot afford to pay?
Or the bullets that kill amidst the shrill screams of war?
Or the ill who have no medical care
Because they cannot bear the cost?
Or the man lost in his own world without hope of escape?
Or blackened drapes, sour grapes, formless shapes,
And untold rapes?
Say, what do you think when you blink your eyes at the world?
Before you say ‘happy holidays,’ think and sink into reality . . .
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Do you consider the person who looks for a place to lay his head,
Wondering where he’ll get his next piece of bread?