New Year’s Eve, a time to cast
Reflective eye on year that’s past Though it has been hard in part Yet it takes no special art To see jewels in the dark Lowly lamps that left their mark Chief, a pause in headlong rush A chance to seek, in trauma’s hush May we to ourselves be kind And now Spirit-treasure find.
In one sense strange to face New Year
In depth of winter, chill and drear Yet what gems may yet appear In this cold moment’s dark nadir Lean not hard on frail will power Seek now deeper in this hour As a troubled year now pales Spirit-wind, come fill my sails.
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Marvel, mystery, Christmas Eve
Bustling mother, dad on leave Lamplight flicker, thickening gloom Magic in a heart finds room Wondering eyes on chimney flue Mince pie, brandy, carrot too Trusting, in the deep of night Morning will bring gifts so bright…
Bustle, rustle, gifts unwrapped
Surprise, delight when fitting, apt Turkey trimmings, family feast Each one welcome, great to least Queen, then stroll, late afternoon Sofa, sun has sunk so soon Quick it passes, yet foretells A greater Feast, celestial bells.
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It’s difficult this Christmas
Its meaning still to see, Wondering what kind of end Of year this one will be.
It’s harder now, when loved ones
We cannot so easily meet, To trust the deeper Love – It seems this year a tougher feat.
It’s harder when our wider culture
Yearly holds less dear The startling news, that in a baby God himself drew near.
To see beyond the stress –
And press of gaudy TV show, Hard for the world to see When it so little wants to know.
Not easy either in the dark
The solitude and space Of my own heart, to catch a glimpse Of that shy agent, grace.
Yet even when uncertainty
And fear close in like night The Christ-child who in secret came Still sheds abroad his light.
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There’s a funny old thing about Christmas,
For many, it’s lost all its clout, That seems a great pity so in this little ditty I’ll ask, what’s that all about?
Lots of folk think it’s all superstition
Fairy tale, not science, just belief Of all I could say, the fact we ALL live by faith And not certainty is maybe the chief.
Although we are often to it more-or-less blind
We’re all living in some big story A world view, big picture, I hope you won’t mind Me saying that (just think Jackanory).
And when we consider the nature of things
It seems that when push comes to shove At the heart of it all there’s either random blind chance Or it’s rooted in the personal – and love.
From that reasonable base it’s no whopping sensation
To entertain the notion of God Still mysterious though, so I need revelation To be an enlightened smart bod.
That’s what happened at Christmas, the Love in all things
Came to show itself, the best way it could Not by diktat, decree, but becoming, well human Right amongst us, down here in the hood.
Not some fringe idea for the deluded or mad
Good news is what Christmas is about It’s the best, a revelation of ultimate Love From the rooftops I want it to shout!
Andreas Böhm from Pixabay
Your hand upon the window, and my hand mirrors yours,
In the midst of this year’s tragedy This image gives us pause.
Your hand upon the window,
We saw but could not touch, I’m not sure anything could quite prepare us all for such…
Such sadness and confusion,
The longing and the pain, Fearful whether we could ever hug or touch again.
My strong desire to hold you
The rules would not allow, Our bodies, such a precious gift Are dangerous for now.
Hope is slowly taking shape,
The promise that next year We can once more live and breathe More freely, without fear.
Like distant glowing train lights,
A vaccine hope that then We’ll once more have the chance to hold Each other close again.
And so now, facing you
I to the window press my hand And hope that of your pain I may A small part understand.
And as that greater Love
In secret, close to us once drew I pray you’ll know this love Now drawing closer still to you.
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tatlin from Pixabay
It’s gonna be different this Christmas
No matter who you are or where you will be There’s no way it can be just the usual Family, friends – and a tree.
It’s gonna be different this Christmas
It may not be normal, or white Still special if we can remember In the darkness, it speaks now of light.
You may sing, pray… or you may struggle
To sign up to a God up above But one thing we all have in common Is our need for connection and love.
Christmas tells us something amazing
When science and philosophy pall There’s a mystery and wonder in the universe A deep love at the heart of it all.
The thing about this love at Christmas
Though it’s huge and encompasses all Is God chose to reveal it to all of us By becoming both humble and small.
A baby, and though it’s so long ago
That the miracle of Christmas did start It’s real and it’s present, I can know this love now Taking time, making room, in my heart.
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