Christmas-Quiet Memories
Oh! Joyous Season!
Hopeful-happiness does it spell
Oh! Dire Lament! Time-plan
thought might just quell
Snow-tell peach-blush hue outside
house kitchen window pane
Fluff dancing flakes upon wild
wind numbered decades wane
Wafts steam-cloud tendrils above
chipped tea cup warm
Recalling, Granny-glasses fog
with heated emotion-charm
Hot liquid absently stirred as
vacant eyes search far yonder
Pencil-paper lay abandoned while
senior mind does wonder
An errant tear stains a rosy-red
cheek born of lonely stare
A Christmas list seemed so easy
when we be still a pair
The blizzard allows a hollow space;
the hillock cross discloses
Eyes-bleary focus where the
half-life lost now peacefully reposes
Sip of spice; dainty sniffle;
delicate-finger slim writing instrument
Make a list! Important? Hmm? Just
another virtuous increment?
Shatter-gone! Such reverie! “Rain
on my parade?” No such voice!
’Tis Christmas! It’s snowing! I’m
alive! I live! Rejoice! Rejoice!
Yesterday? Enjoyed! Loved!
Laughed! Filed in “Memories” under---Life!
Today? Another blessed chance to
challenge, do good, defeat any evil strife
And? Tomorrow? If? Then? Face it
true, courage live it! Dear husband-wife
With new-found strength, on white
the designed black marks flew
When the youngster-senior took a
rest, to four pages the list had grew
That hot brew tasted sweetness
then, even without sugar stirred in it
Addressed: North Pole! Sealed “Dear Santa” letter-list! And, sent it
Suddenly, love-warmth within
radiated springtime love-power
A red-rose miracle upon far mound
bloomed anachronistic flower
Allow no room for lamented trial of
“any” what might be
Trust! Through His eyes “all”
beauty in life bless-ed see!
Amen? Amen!
Merry Christmas!
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!
And...
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!
And...
Book-offerings & blog-info.:
Faith!
Family! Freedom!
This sacred-trinity defines the paradigm
of my
writing-offerings. I perceive a surreptitious (quickly becoming
“blatant”)
assault on these Traditional American-values. My intent
is to counter
such evil with a message of Christian-generosity Love!
These books and
my blog-posts (now totaling 1367 & counting) extol
an example of Live! Love! Laugh! In a modern-world
lacking civility.
Please! Enjoy!
Creed
of the Mountain-man:
An 1870’s mountain-man tale.
Christmas
Treasures:
3-Christmas-Eve celebrations.
Station-Master: A collection of
short-stories.
…And
Justice for all:
An American-sniper revenge.
Horizon-Dawn: Case-study of
2-men separated by 150-years.
Syncopated-cadence (poetry):
General poetry.
Christmas
Always
(poetry): Holiday-poems.
Golden
Anniversary:
A celebration of 50-years of Love!
Cookie-Jar
Sweet-memories
(Book I, II,III & IV):
365-days of
vignettes in our family-time.
Coming soon:
Spanky
& Jamie McGhee:
A Viet Nam-era tale.
Ambiance: A Maeystown
fireside-reader.
Rondo
Slade:
Western-drama.
Books are available
on-line as e-books & or in paperback:
visit: Amazon
books; search: Carl Schuler
blog:
www.rinitytrace.blogspot.com
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