Time For…

Christmas is the time for remembering,
It’s the time for all those hidden thoughts of days gone by
And all those dreams that might have been.
Christmas is the time to recall friends of the past
And times shared in moments of warmth and joy.
It’s what makes the rest of the year worthwhile
Or life more bearable.
Christmas, a word that brings forth smells of bread and cakes,
Of wood smoke and pine boughs
Or Granddad’s pipe.
A time for choirs and carols,
Bells and steeples,
For snow and ice,
Grandeur and a humble stable,
A moment of peace in a world of turmoil,
A brief period, when all turn to noble thoughts,
A Holy Season of a Child’s birth.
Christmas, the perfect plan for life.

Beyond

Rejoice,
Silently Christmas approaches.
That Spirit filled time
When humankind united,
Turns to thoughts of peace and joy.
It comes,
Like the first one,
Without orchestras,
Slogans and jingles,
But humbly,
Softly,
Foretold and awaited.
Join with me,
Pray with me,
That this Advent
Will last beyond the tree and glitter,
Beyond the gift and tinsel,
Beyond the ringing bells,
Beyond the tears,
Till the Lamb rules us
“One and all.”

The Feast

The white mantle of Winter’s robe descends
Upon the frozen land.
Grey clouds adorn the crown of earth
As the chill of day
Rides the wind.
My heart is a blaze,
As tho the center of the Yuletide feast,
Raging with sparks of joy
And kindl’d by desire.
Come close,
Be warmed,
The hall is filled with merriment,
The keep in boughs of green.
Let us drink the toast together,
Unite our voices in laughter,
Entwine our hearts in the Season,
And go forth as one.

The Wish

There is a story told ’round fires bright,
Of an ancient birth, which was to set the world right.
But due to man’s inhumanity to man,
Turmoil ruled throughout the land.
So in that Spirit of the birth of old
May I wish you a season and a year of gold,
Blest with love, faith and humanity.
This I pray to God, in all sincerity.

The Eve 1973

I bow my head in prayer and ask the Father of us all for guidance.
It is the Eve of the most hallowed day in all of Christendom, and I am alone.
He was born among us, then died among us,
Yet He too was alone when forsaken.
The choir sings its anthem as flames of candles dance,
Casting light upon the humble congregation.

Where is the future?
Where is my new birth?

Whisper softly, “Merry Christmas.”

Christmas 1995

Years ago,
Lost in the haze of time,
Stuck between graduation and Viet Nam,
I changed.
Yet in the vast scheme of life,
During Christmas,
I find myself again.
What a magical time,
A Holy time
Of Spiritual birth and re-birth.
Wish it would last forever,
For there is no pain
At Christmas.