Christmas “De-Lights”!
Season-escorted
bright lights red and green
Blue-silver-white
holiday flickering scene
Evergreen
branches glisten decorated snow-flocked
Fireplace
mantles adorned name-stockings chocked
Anticipation
wonder-sparkles innocent little ones’ eyes
Kids-of-all-ages
believe Santa’s sleigh Christmas-flies
High above
quaint snow-village a sentinel steeple
“Silent
night!”
sings a holy congregation-people
From heaven
float snowflakes soft angel-down feathers
Guardians scurry
on white-wings absent earth-tethers
The house silent
while fantasy sweet sugar-plumbs dance
Tiny hooves
thump on the rooftop as magical deer prance
All little dream-angels
on good-behavior fast-asleep
Save little
Jimmy who desired just one little-last peep
Quiet-crawled to
the green-garland railing balcony-stair
Saw “Mommy
kissing Santa Claus”?! An enchanting pair
Rubbed
sleep-sand from spy-eyes disbelieving, total deceiving
Fell asleep
dreaming “’Tis better giving than ’tis be receiving!”
Santa’s gift-packages
delivered found the innocent where he lay
A magic red nose
twinkle to bed remounting awaiting red-sleigh
Mom tucked the
urchin in with a soft, sweet-loving kiss
Visiting far off
dreamland, Jimmy’s smile confessed bliss
Icy winds
blizzard-howled echoes in the roof-rafter chill-eaves
To honored
Child-Innocent in fantasy-Santa magic,
I truly believe
Jesus blessed
Santa Claus with a special Love-gift
for giving
Intention-Life! Purpose-Love! Freely-Laugh!
Quality-Living!
Amen!
Merry Christmas!---always…and,
forever!
Love, Candy & Carl 2017
Plus:
Christmas!
Quite cold be the night with
darkness gathered ’round
Clandestine cacophony of silence
disturbs not a sound
’Tis quiet now, in sacred rustic
stable yonder
Where rests newborn Who be
mankind’s wonder
Adored by Joseph and Mary as the
Child does sleep
Honored by cattle, oxen with
white fleecy sheep
Three kings prophesy foretold
will visit from afar
Led to heavenly Host by
bright-light guiding star
His coming prophesied has come
and has been
Now celebrated longer than a
double millennium
Offering His people holy Truth
which they sought
His life and times redemption-promise
He bought
Innkeeper kind offer rough stable
sheltered two
Would I do better if I could
claim I knew?
Confuse not heaven with apology
for earthly sin
Brave confession cleanse souls of
Christian men
Comes now the dawn-promise of one
holy chance
The risen Son my spiritual life
please embrace
Crisp blizzard snow challenge
perceptive senses goal
Christmas Day radiant-clear as
bronze church bells toll
Traverse heavens
cerulean-eternity infinitely deep blue
Baptize Thy faithful with dawn’s
cool damps and soft dew
Amen!
Merry Christmas!
Sabbath Sequester Invitation
(For: Traditional independent silent spiritual
universal unity prayer of love)
Purpose: To: Praise! Honor! Glorify! God!
Tenets: We, the free people, affirm and declare
that:
We---unite each Sabbath in silent solemn
reflection of our blessings in fulfillment of our Purpose!
We---pray reverent Thanksgiving to the
Deity for His inalienable eternal gifts: Faith! Family! Freedom!
We---do so in life, out of love of God and
of man, for the good of all, each and every newborn day! Amen!
Implementation: Individual reconciliatory world-wide
spiritual religious prayer assembly in order to:
!) Unite in solemn praise to sanctify the
sacred Trinity, the Father, our Redeemer/Savior, and the Holy Spirit;
2) Thank God for each precious life, our own,
our progeny and all of mankind;
3) Respect the family of man, the wealth of
diversity, the responsibility born of a humble spirit;
4) Tolerate opposing views in fair and honest
debate of subtleties and complexities with an open mind;
5) Revere Truth in all things, undertakings,
endeavors, in relationships, in candid moral self-examination;
6) Seek only what is Pure, which is the divine
will of God, unblemished, unhindered, unprejudiced;
7) Speak, act and behave in generosity,
courage, politeness in manner and attitude toward others;
8) Think goodness with a focused design to
accomplish improvement, no matter the odds or repercussions;
9) Work toward righteous results in all
things, mental, physical, philosophical, creating a positive conclusion;
10)
Begin each dawn with “Thank You! Lord!” and end each night with a heartfelt
“Amen!” for this one chance.
Mission: To Happily Sing Life’s Communion Psalm!
To bestow upon God: Praise! Honor! Glory! ---Lend
me, Lord!
To each new dawning event and adventure gift---Send
me, Lord!
To the comfort of Faith and holy Will of God---Blend
me, Lord!
To the warm heart and love of a perfect
Family---Mend me, Lord!
To the crystal clear bronze bell toll of Freedom!
---Defend me, Lord!
To the eagle free flight akin to an angel
guardian---Amend me, Lord!
Conclusion:
Join the legion of believers in this battle against evil in all its convoluted
indecencies, pernicious tendencies and obfuscated untruths. Stand with Good in
dignity and righteous courage for our very Salvation!
Judgment:
“Justification” and “Rationalization” will be properly relegated to the vestige
of this world, only!
In
the final account, it matters not the intent, only the truth of life’s
past---the “Book of Life” history!
Prayer:
May God bless you and keep you and may His Light shine upon you---forever!
…Amen!
Praise! Honor! Glory!
Merry Christmas!
I believe in Christmas
Yes! I freely confess that I do. And,
“Yes” again; I believe in Santa Claus, too!
For many reasons, for varied purposes,
through “pure” knowledge. Lord! Thee knows fully that I have tried, mostly, to
become “Christian”, that is, like You, and, also, that I have desperately
attempted to be “Santa Claus” to as many as possible. Of course, I failed, both
times.
Perhaps my salvation might come in Your
mercy, at the time, with “He tried!” Amen!
Allow me, please, to offer an explanation,
somewhat. Not of despair, but hope. Keep the faith!
Death can come streaking out from our
surreal consciousness where we ban it with other vile evils and fallen demons
which chance to threaten. Its very ugliness grates on our psyche with the icy
finger of a stark phone call, appropriately, in the dead of night---the bad
beginning of an unending cold-sweat nightmare. Distress punches the stomach,
rips at the heart, bores a hole in the soul, empties the spirit. Yet, it
remains, reality. No matter how much we deny it, the truth of the matter at
hand remains and, even, we, cannot lie it out of existence. Hope! I pray. Dear
Lord!
My dear friend died. Someone I
loved…and, still do…and, always will. I assumed my friend had a lot of time; I
was wrong---dead, wrong! I took it for granted; no one ever knows how long.
I’ve shed many a tear over our loss…but,
I’ve smiled, just as often. For the precious memories, for my friend’s
Christian life, the goodness, the happy times.
Because of the anniversary of Christ’s
birth, I believe that soul is alright, that spirit soars, enjoying the reward
of heaven in the next dimension, a realm into which I cannot yet see.
Not only do I believe it in my mind,
feel it in my heart, sense it in my soul…I know it as an absolute within my
spirit. That knowledge is “true” and “pure” because…
I
believe in Christmas!
Amen!
Merry Christmas!
Sweet
Mercy! Lord!
Once, I overlooked an orchid while searching for a
rose
Temptation, path of least resistance, much too
easily I chose
Sought gold and silver treasure and useless foo-rah pretty
bows
Why I did not hug my loved ones more? Perhaps! My
Jesus knows
Again, sweet lord! Forgive this wanton sinner. I
pray! Your mercy shows
When fair judgment comes my way one day too soon, eternity
hopeful glows
Reflection: I considered a cartoon in jest
to poke fun at the sometimes outrageous blaspheme against my beloved English
language. It was an elitist attitude, at best; degrading and unkind to others,
in truth. My rationalization and self-serving justification for the thought
transgression simply amounted to: I love words. That reality, in and of itself,
is the poorest pondered excuse.
The cartoon was to be a group of
individual number “3’s” standing
semi-circle in front of and shielding any view of a bold printed “4-est”. The
pun: You can’t see the forest(4-est) for the trees (3’s). Well! I confess that
I WAS some younger then, much less PC (politically correct), Oh! Boy! Please
forgive ALL my lies this day, OH! Lord! and, apologetically, still not very
creative.
Of course, by now, you are laughing in
agreement with this pathetic confession, only because you do know me. It’s
okay, I often feel the same way about myself. “Good for the soul”? and all that. Yeah! Sure! Yeah! Right? Let me be
contrite about that: Yeah! Right! Sorry!
The analogy: Truth be where ye find it!
Amen! And, in reality, where you state it, and when, and how. For sure.
Although the words might be mis-used, -pronounced, -spoken, -spelled, for any reason
so imagined, the intent of the testimony is the witness to that truth, in fact.
While I believe that humor is integral to ultimate happiness, crude and rude
behavior at any other’s expense is despicable, unacceptable, inappropriate and
intolerable. I beg forgiveness for my many transgressions against God and my
fellow man. Of course, I am far from perfect, but that truthful excuse simply
will not fly; I ought to, at least, try---harder…and, more often.
To live that mantra I so proudly profess:
Faith! Family! Freedom! becomes such challenge as the weighted chain around my
neck and is more burdensome with each heavy link of sin joined by the
demon-named temptation to which I too often do capitulate. Yet, in the wisdom
of Christ Jesus belief, the Way, the Light, the Truth illuminates the path and---humbly…I,
must follow.
Prayer: My Lord! My God! Give me strength
enough to do Your will. Always! If only I could but touch the pure white hem of
that sacred garment, there, then, I shall find salvation. Amen!
Conclusion: No sinner is greater than I; yet,
He forgives me, equally, with all the rest.
Amen!
Each day of every year, I wish you:
Christmas Joy! Peace! Happiness!
Merry
Christmas!
Majestic Silver Maple Tree
Stately proud-stands symmetric-majestic
silver maple scene
Graceful there upon
manicured-coiffured lawn emerald-green
Planted ten thousand-plus in the
Lord’s Great Outdoors-gifted
Beauty green-enhanced and nectar
fruit within panoramic-vista
Spring-time splendor warm-day rains
rejuvenate Nature-fertility
Mother’s Deity-plan of grand design-Indeed! Is in
its noble utility
Rustle-leaves whisper
summer-respite comfort-breeze
Tender-soft wind-caress on
innocent child-face please
To cousin grey or Red Fox
squirrel, life-mate white mourning dove
Charity offers outstretched
branches for constructing nests of love
Test strength O! Violent,
pernicious thunderstorm
Fear not jagged white-hot
lightning strike can harm
Spare damage here
blustery-spooled tornado-wind
Provide cool shade under silver
leaves un-sinned
Squall-line clouds approach, beg
see leaves bright silver underside
Dance they, then, twisting turns
cling tight against a torture tide
No crimson gown like sugar maple
cousin fall-wardrobe regal
Sunburst red-yellow-orange displays
blatant seductive “tree”-gal
Charming silhouette glamour upon
Autumnal ebony-black night
Cotillion wind-sway
“marble-orchard” Halloween-wraith fright
Observe gathered holy
Christian-family through window-glass in inner
Special! Their demeanor-love!
Celebrate! Thanksgiving Day! Feast-dinner
Skeleton stark-frozen winter-tree
myriad tiny white bulbs strung
Rejoice! Baby Jesus scene
displayed! Silent Night-song be Sung!
Pass peaceful time cherished
memories Eve of one more born New Year!
Reticent buds impatient-wait
Majestic Silver Maple Tree again to cheer
Eons chronicled! History rich!
Succumb not kindling or furniture tempting
Only beauty-sake, creature home,
respite shade; please offer kind exempting
Amen!
Christmas---is…
Right now! The present! Between
the been and, maybe, the come
Avalanche snowflakes
gathered-events total hallowed infinity sum
My love to whom I choose to give
it
Adventure life for any brave soul
live it
Midnight snow if thee simply
accept His decided blessing
Humble spirit to God’s way if man
but halt all second-guessing
Innocent kiss from loving child
butterfly-placed upon soft cheek
“Imperfect” ambition obfuscated,
taste truth mankind all meek
Little girls in bright dresses
shiny silken red
Little boys sparkle-eyes dance
tiny-vision heads
Crisp delight during nature’s
night-time winter-freeze
Offer one day more, dear Lord, a
chance, for I, to please
A family gathering to exchange
wrapped pretty paper presents
A challenge, Oh! Lord! Again to
practice Christmas “presence”
A time to live, to contemplate
God’s own truth to tell
Bellicose clear-chime toll of
sacred church bronze bell
Those tiny triumphs which fill my
days delight awesome wonder
Quiet solitude when worldly
kingdoms are finally ground asunder
That special love of them who
fill my heart to comfort overflowing
Accept His Grace! Be led to
heaven’s own eternal knowing
Challenge: Let God! Dance-steps
choreograph in perfection tune
South of yon high-day sun, then
west to alabaster pale full moon
Celestial rhythm melody syncopate
life’s grand tempo-beat
Pray I! Be rightly judged one day
to saints’ lyric-choir elite
God’s good guides blue orbs
through that time and space---He…is
Honor Him first, then truly know
what meaning---Christmas…is!
Amen!
Merry Christmas!
About
the Author
Carl E.
Schuler was born in Nashville, Tennessee, on January 2, 1947. At age nineteen
he married his life-love, his soul mate, the beautiful, Lady Candice Leah, his
Angel. Two daughters bless their lives: Catherine Elizabeth (Evans) and Rachel
Rebecca (Baur). Beth is an attorney; Becky holds a Civil Engineering degree and
is CEO of an internet company. Four perfect grandchildren have added infinite
love to their family: “Handsome” Z. Tyler, 26; Lauren Victoria, the “Little Professor”,
12; Alexandria Elizabeth, “Lexli-Lu”, 10; and, Anna Marie, our Blondie “Annie
Rie”, also, 10. Zachariah and Lexi are siblings; Lauren and Anna are sisters.
Each is saintly, following in their Nanny’s exemplar demeanor, emulating her
elegance.
A quote from
the author: “On a 1990 blizzard day out Kit Carson-way, I offered a hungry
pilgrim all my spare change, about ten dollars. He was skeptical at my
approach, reluctant to accept my charity. Upon reflection, I should have done
better by giving him the new coat I had recently purchased; the old ragged
blanket he carried was tattered and torn and terribly thin.”
Faith!
Family! Freedom! Might just be all there really…is
In one
eternal instant the only mercy judgment will be…His! Amen!
Blessed
are the meek! Indeed!
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