Just a soft touch,of a gentle hand. A moment in life,where time stands. Believing in fairy tales, ofmagic moonbeams. Dreams often come true,from legends so it seems. A starry night unfolds,in silent glorious grace. For now we wait,heldin love’s embrace.
The hope endures despite,time’s slow pause.
Yes I do believe, in Santa Claus.
Even St. Nick will kneel,on bended knee.
A moment when time did split, so few did foresee In a manger a newborn babe,comes from majesty. For unto to each of us,comes God’s mercy. To infuse a living hope,that will ever sing. Out of time eternal,a king of Kings.
My own unique poetry take on the song Heat Miser from the classic show ‘The Year Without a Santa Claus‘. Heavily influenced by the wet rain and normally green Christmas’s in the Pacific Northwest. We may not have snow most years but we still have a lot of fun.
I’m Mister Snow Melter I’m Mister Warm I’m Mister Winter Swelter I’m Mister Fifty-one They call me Snow Melter, The snow I touch Starts to melt in my clutch I’m too much!
I never want to see a day That’s less than 40 degrees I’d rather have it fifty, sixty, a comfy seventy degrees! Oh, some like it cold or hot, but I like it in between! Hee hee!
He’s Mister Green Christmas He’s Mister Rain Sing it! He’s Mister Snow Melter He’s Mister Fifty-one
They call me Snow Melter, What ever I touch Starts to melt in my clutch I’m too much! Too Much!
Judgement may seem necessary but it cannot correct or change the past. However, the ability to show and give mercy will always lead to the creation of a better future.
Lately, as I watch the news, listen to the radio reports and read Facebook and Twitter posts my heart breaks with sadness. There is so much evil in the world right now and it just seems to keep growing stronger. The hatred that is spewed on all sides, the monstrosities we commit against one another, where and when will it stop?
Murder, killings, riots, child abuse, rape, assault, theft, road rage, and even the simple lack of kindness for one another; the list is endless. I believe in justice for wrongs committed, but I also believe that this side of heaven sometimes justice does not prevail. Sometimes there is no justice only mercy. For justice will not ultimately change our circumstances only mercy, grace and love can do that.
This holiday season may we slow down, even pausing for moments and extend that mercy to all we encounter. Take the time to look someone in the eye and say ‘Merry Christmas’ and mean it. The light will forever shine in the darkness and the darkness will not overcome it no matter how strong it becomes. Each of us carries that light within us, we can and must allow that true light to shine and pierce into the darkness! ~M
Heading out into the dark night. Damaged wings hinder our flight. Answers we seek hide just out of sight.
Questions burn ever so bright. Tomorrow may bring the mysteries to light. For now we cling to hope so tight. Letting go our wills to fight. Do we surrender our strength and might? Time comes to stand and fight. Clench and unclench fists held tight. Love shines into the dark a pure white light. Forever from a spark so bright.
Never hidden, if we look, from out sight. Unfurled wings and we take flight. The lost can take back the night.
This post is in response to this weeks prompt on The Reverie to write about the weather. A thousand ideas have been swirling through my mind like a howling windstorm after reading the prompt and yet this little haiku is all that made any sense on paper. Hey, sometimes you can over complicate these things so kept it simple! ~M
A blog reaching out to victims of abuse and others in need, providing insight about abuse, hope for the future, and guidance to see THE LIGHT that lead Secret Angel out of the darkness of her own abusive situation and helped her to not only survive but to overcome.