Christmas-melody Vignettes
“Silent-nigh!
Holy-night…!”Satiated
sacred spirit-soul
Music-notes sing
Justice whisper-wind revered-hollow
Michael---Mon
Amie!...Yes! I did know, indeed, that your
final church
bell-toll “harbinger-of-life-end” was energy
amassing. And,
yea! Thee knew, too, the truth-inevitable.
But, when I
forced my “humor”-bond to irreverent-quip:
“Let me know
where you are!?” Too that near dis-respect,
my Friend, you missed not an instant beat nor
took offense at
my
predictive-incarnation said,”If I
can!?” Portending: Hope!
“Mary’s
Boy-child Jesus Christ…! Sun-shafts lighting shadows
Silent comes yon
crystal white to beautify emerald meadows
Sweet
child-Innocent!
Bitter words to intend harsh hurt had true-
complicit
escaped his lips and he had slammed the evil-door. In
only a few
minutes in line he stood with a glass bottle full of
lamenting-anger
spirits; then he heard the innocent child-call.
Not coins enough
for the urchin’s sundries, milk and bread;
the youngster
devastated. Contrite moved-heart he handed
the clerk a ten,
saying, “Give the boy the change.” Absent his
liquid courage at home he begged forgiveness
with “I’m sorry!”
“Noel!
Noel! The angels did say…!” Live 8-Beatitudes
“Merry
Christmas!” Every-day holy-sacred platitudes
For: Honored –Thee---and…Simple-humble me! I pray!
That in this
search for Peace-within might find a Truth
to emulate Him with Faith! Freedom! Family! Attitude!
“I’m
dreaming of a white Christmas…!” Lamented-memory delight
Good or evil!? Right or wrong!? Choose everyday to Love!-bright
If that I should---and, I could…surely I would to
each equally
And, by focused-choice of selfless-Grace inspire supernaturally
“Let
it snow! Let it snow! Let it snow!” Love! All His-gifts
Offer Comfort-warm with smilesincere to
spirits celestial-lift
“A-amen! A-amen! A-amen! Amen! Amen!...”
Plus:
Day 344
“Oh! Bapa!”
No fool like an
old fool!
Hmm! I sure enough reckon that’s true enough! I try!
As
my “playmates” grew-up (and left me immature
and irresponsible---Hmm!?) they
pitied the old man enough so as not to disparage his planned-idiocy going along with his shenanigans.
That
they humor me is not lost on this fantasy-creativity;
they find me entertaining? Hmm!
Anyway,
being perfect they would never insult
my feelings---they just say…Oh! Bapa!
Usually,
they tell the tale with a roll of their eyes rather than a verbal assault. Thank you!
And,
Girls, I am practicing my “a, b, l’s
and counting, too. 1, 7, 5, 4---10! I
am trying!
Very!
Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “I love you more than
life!” Memories!
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