Christmas-town
(a holiday-song)
Daddy said, “To
pierce the veil beyond I’m someday bound”
What’s
there?
“Heaven! Jesus-light glows Christmas-town!”
At 7 in
Depression-time Dad’s single-orange his only gift
Grandma said he
had no complaints watching snowflakes sift
Yonder---not
far…I brief-glimpsed glorious heaven-sight
One day---too
soon…celestial-touch sacred-radiance, I might
And, in all this
world: My time! My space! My way! Humble!
Quite
generous---yet, selfish…seconds-tick; Pray I! Not stumble!
Full eight-weeks
before the Day Mom excited like a
little kid
Already marking-off
the calendar imagining Santa’s delight-bid
In secret
memory-prism image wild-times on Unicorn-ride
’Tis
child-fantasy like “flutter-by”-beauty or a rainbow-slide
But---old salt…Christmas is for children-of-innocent-mind
Others left to
grow-up while childlike I Passion-Hope
did find
Sings-sweet
Seraphim & Cherubim in Redemption-heaven place
In
venue-earthlike spirits touch white hem to view radiant-Face
Eternity to
learn His universal-Truth knowledge-sight
Return again to
join in Him absorbed in wondrous-Light
From No-where to Now-here to Some-space seek Peace!
Yonder! Lord! Beyond summit cerulean-high
white-fleece
To draw thy 1st
breath insures that one shall sense a last
Remember then
what Daddy prayed: Embrace Truth-fast
Daddy said, “To
pierce the veil beyond I’m someday bound”
What’s
there?
“Heaven! Jesus-light glows Christmas-town!”
When all is said
and done and gone like yonder whisper-wind
Pray I! Stood Justice-tall in right refusing ever to question-bend
For simple-humble I did sweet-taste Live! Love! Laugh! Design
Paved
trace-smooth example-Love! Followed His Scripture-sign
Amen!
Plus:
Day 345
The French
waiter at Pizza Hut, Colorado.
the French
driver in Villingen, Germany.
Our
German son-in-law accompanied us to colorful Colorado one summer vacation.
He
and daughter Becky were not yet wed---Oh! Those continentals can be
very…Jealous!
While
sitting on the outdoor patio/deck in Estes Park, Colorado one fine evening
after a day-visit to Rocky Mountain National Park, the waiter, a “Frenchie”
started flirting with Becky.
Well!
What a focused insult to the German “Baron” Alexander Baur!? WW-3!? Hmm!
Our
guest did not take kindly nor see
humor in the Frenchie’s flirtations. Of course, I, out of “good manners” did
not instigate any animosity between
the two countries---I did laugh…a bit.
But,
no good deed goes unpunsihed. Later, while in Germany for the wedding of Becky
and Alex, we found ourselves in a little berg name of Tubigen, a college town.
Another driver cut Alex off short; as tempers flared, the “French” mademoiselle
made some un-Christian gestures and swore some impolite expletives at us; Alex
answered in kind, in a Germanic tirade! Hmm!
Look!
I just happened to witness the gentle-banterings
and verbal assaults; I didn’t start it!
Come
on! Girls and Boys! Can’t we all just “get-along”? Reckon---Not…always!?
Mais oui! Mon
Amie!?
Somebody just has to be the “adult”! Non!?
Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “International-Jealousy
& ‘La’-road-rage” Memories!
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