A Christmas Wish of Love

In the still small silence, while winter winds doth blow.
We’re yearning for the peace we lost so long ago.
In the darkest night and in the winter snows,
The Christ Child midst the hate lies sweetly in repose.

In this time of lights and plenty ‘neath the tree,
Warmth of family will be with you and me.
While many out there suffer, lonely and alone;
Demons deep and dreadful to cut them to the bone.

The table piled with blessings of field and farm and tree,
Are not just ours to offer…they’re sent from Him to we.
Will we share the love that He sends shining down?
In our longing hearts will we let love abound?

In the still small silence, a prayer from me to you…
Remember those afflicted and pray for their souls, too.
So may you find the peace He sends from Heaven up above,
And know you’re in my prayers tonight, a Christmas Wish of Love.

Master Plan

There is order in the chaos, though it’s very hard to see.
The design is flowing through us – within you and within me.
From the vastness of the atom to the leaves upon the tree,
The Designer’s Plan is plainly there for all who truly wish to see.

Call it Magic, Math, or Science; call it divine mystery.
All names are lost within the great tide of eternity.
We are falling, we are falling – in and out, afire and free.
Calling out yet to be heard, the Universe, adrift at sea.

There is a time, there is a space, there is a guiding light we see.
In our ignorance we boast that we found electricity.
But the Master Artist weighs and see and paints with what is true.
And the pattern will be lost unless we take a step back, too.

A new start…to whet your whistles…not sure where this one is going yet…

The winter twilight had painted the snowy hills a murky mauve. The wind rustled through the branches of the pines. Across the highway, a lone Christmas tree gleamed, the only colour left in the darkening world.

Grace stood panting at the top of the hill, sled in hand. Her brother and sister had abandoned her out here in the cold and had gone back inside, lured by the smell of the turkey dinner. Her mother had not yet come out to collect her. She probably hasn’t even noticed, she thought. I’m always the last one she thinks of.

Tired, she flopped to her knees in the snow and absently sucked on the little snowballs stuck to her mittens. She’d wanted her siblings to help her build a ramp for the sled. It was perfect packing snow and she was sure that with the right momentum and angle of approach they could get some serious air. I wonder, she thought, what would happen if I never went back inside? I wouldn’t get to open my gifts…but then, they’re probably all socks anyway. She doubted her parents were going to give her the chemistry set she’d asked for. Little girls aren’t supposed to play with acid, her father kept telling her. Sheesh. How was she supposed to prove her theories without the right equipment?

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Wonder

Little donkey, did you see
Within His eyes Eternity?
Did you see and did you know,
That He would save us all below?
Little donkey, did you see and do you wonder yet, like me?

 Little dove, from your high perch,
Did you see the Wise Men search?
Did you hear them whisper low,
And see them bend, respect to show?
Little dove, did you see and do you wonder yet, like me?

Little lamb, with fleece of white,
What did you see on that dark night?
Did you see a family spurned;
Or Royals, Hallowed, lives upturned?
Little lamb, did you see and do you wonder yet, like me?

For I wonder if we still
Honour life and truth fulfilled.
Do we yet respect the Love
‘Twas sent to all men from Above?
Do we still, and do we see, that Love is for Eternity?

For as the donkey, dove and lamb
We all yet by His cradle stand.
And by His truths our lives should turn,
And in our hearts a flame yet burn.
And so this Christmas, our World so ill,
I must yet wonder…and be still.

 

Silent Night

Saint Nicholas is ready once again to make his ride,
In night-time flight he moves with quiet grace across the sky.
Listen to the sleigh bells ring, and you might be surprised;
Even those with shadows deep find blessings, by and by.
Nights of stillness, peace and joy come to all who seek the Light;
To those who seek the Wonder of the Christ Child born this Night.

Now as the world’s in sparkling hush, with north winds blowing free,
I wish you all hope, faith and love…and sweet sung melodies.
Gather round the hearth and tree; give best loved ones a squeeze,
Hear the flutter of angel wings…and may your soul be eased.
To each of you a Silent Night and a blessed Christmas Eve!

As Is His Will

The Mass is said, the bells are still. A candle blinks upon the hill.
‘Tis Christmas night and magic wakes as snow falls softly, flake by flake.
The Faithfull’s feet have crunched the ice and now lie snugly,
Warm and nice, within the beds of gentles sleeping;
All unaware of what comes creeping.

Love and Peace are on the air and ruffle every whisker, hair
That they do pass in woodland glen. They bless the best of creation then
Turn to the town all clothed in white, to bless the good this winter’s night.
With barest whisper of their wings they pass the brightly wrapped things
Beneath the tree and climb the stairs, to those who in their hearts know errs.

They shush and quiet worldly fear, fill souls with grace to last the year.
Onto the next – and next again –
Till all within are without stain.

The angels sing.  The earth is still.
May you be blessed, as is His will.

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Back in the early 80’s, when I was yet a child of the single digits, the morning show of CFTR with Tom Rivers and Mike Cooper Brampton radio station CKMW ran a contest surrounding the hit new board game SuperQuiz. (Editor’s Note:  Mum corrected me on the station and says she can’t remember the DJ’s name but does remember that he was very good looking!  I think it was Russ SomethingOrOther…) My mother managed to get through on a regular basis and became one of the multi-show winners.  One of the early prizes, of course, was the actual game.  As the contest went on, Mum continued to win as did two other contestants.  All three became finalists in one last game held at the centre court of the Bramalea City Centre.  The grand prize was a brand new Commodore 64.

My father being a young electrical engineer, this was quite a coveted prize.  In preparation, he and Mum spent their evenings memorizing every card and every question in the box.  As a result, Mum was indeed crowned SuperQuiz Master and the computer came home with us that day with full fanfare from family and friends.  Its arrival in our living room was a grand party – complete with pizza and flowing alcohol.  The kids were spellbound and the adults jockeyed for position at the keyboard.  I’m sure my sister and I were carried off to bed just before our eyeballs dropped from their sockets.  The adults, meanwhile, stayed up learning all about BASIC, floppy disks and that oh so brightly coloured joystick.  Everyone had a great evening.  Except, of course, for the poor frog; he never did make it across the highway that night.