“The virgin will conceive and give birth to a son, and they will call him Immanuel” (which means “God with us”). Matt 1:23
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The Shepherds – a narrative
It was like any other night in winter.
We were alert.
The predators are always hungry in these months.
Lamb is always on their menu.
The cold, froze our words.
We were shivering
and then
we were still shivering
but now in fear.
Out of nowhere,
well, the sky really,
this amazing light shone.
Day, in the middle of the night!
Shivering, trembling, cowering.
Paralysed.
Nothing to hide behind –
except sheep.
Even Big Jacob was jelly!
The bright being declared,
“Don’t be afraid,
I’ve come to give you news
of the Christ – the Messiah.”
It’s a baby!
In Bethlehem!
So we bolted for Bethlehem,
The sheep could look after themselves,
for a while.
This news was too good to miss!
We found a mum, dad and baby,
by a feed trough,
and somehow,
as the mum, Mary
showed the baby to us,
we just knew, what the angel said was true.
She held God in her hands!
And our lives, and the world,
Would never be the same
again.
We were alert.
The predators are always hungry in these months.
Lamb is always on their menu.
The cold, froze our words.
We were shivering
and then
we were still shivering
but now in fear.
Out of nowhere,
well, the sky really,
this amazing light shone.
Day, in the middle of the night!
Shivering, trembling, cowering.
Paralysed.
Nothing to hide behind –
except sheep.
Even Big Jacob was jelly!
The bright being declared,
“Don’t be afraid,
I’ve come to give you news
of the Christ – the Messiah.”
It’s a baby!
In Bethlehem!
So we bolted for Bethlehem,
The sheep could look after themselves,
for a while.
This news was too good to miss!
We found a mum, dad and baby,
by a feed trough,
and somehow,
as the mum, Mary
showed the baby to us,
we just knew, what the angel said was true.
She held God in her hands!
And our lives, and the world,
Would never be the same
again.
From the series: The Christmas Poems that I am working on at present.
Categories: christian, Christianity, Devotional, Poem, poetry, The Christmas Poems
Tags: Christian, Christianity, Devotion, Faith, Poem, poems, poetry
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Gladness – a poem reflecting on Psalm 16:9,10
Gladness,
a safe coat
wraps around me
in a warm glow
that streams from within
and radiates
out into the world.
My tongue thrills,
rejoices,
sings “hallelujahs”
of childlike
spontaneous praise,
uttering, babbling, outpouring
words tumbling, end over end,
water rushing over rocks.
Why?
Why? You ask!
Because the
dirt
dark
cold ground
cannot restrain,clamp
or hold
the child of God
in its filthy grip.
The Christ
tore its hold,
ripped open its frozen clutch
from the damp darkness.
Rejoice , Sing,
Shout
Angel praises
of everlasting
thanks!
a safe coat
wraps around me
in a warm glow
that streams from within
and radiates
out into the world.
My tongue thrills,
rejoices,
sings “hallelujahs”
of childlike
spontaneous praise,
uttering, babbling, outpouring
words tumbling, end over end,
water rushing over rocks.
Why?
Why? You ask!
Because the
dirt
dark
cold ground
cannot restrain,clamp
or hold
the child of God
in its filthy grip.
The Christ
tore its hold,
ripped open its frozen clutch
from the damp darkness.
Rejoice , Sing,
Shout
Angel praises
of everlasting
thanks!
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So You Think …
“Nothing is impossible with God” Luke 1:37
So you think the virgin birth is “miraculous” even impossible, maybe ridiculous. A lie from a silly girl, who should have known better one night. You suppose walking on water, feeding 5000, is a stretch of the imagination.
You laugh at the blind man,
“Here’s mud in your eye!”
You scorn
the tale of the paralysed victim,
and the water into wine …
What vintage?
But wait,
your calloused
“There is no God out there”
heart,
Your snide aside,
the “omnipotent” God. Ha!
He’s dead!
can’t withstand the
scalpel onslaught of His Spirit
when He says,
“You’re mine.”
From the series: The Christmas Poems that I am working on at present.
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To Give All
Safe Home Coming
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But You Did
The Stocks at Aldbury UK
Discipline
Disciplining
Disciple – ing
Disciple
I don’t like the pain
Of choices I’ve made;
The scars of mistakes past.
I don’t like to be reminded
Of poor judgements, wilfulness
and closed eyed running
away,
crying, “You can’t catch me!”
like a naughty child.
But You did.
At times your love hurt,
Your unasked for care
Tasted vinegar bitter.
But you loved
Loved enough to hurt me
Loved enough to open my heart’s eyes
Loved enough
To take all the pain forever
And to make me whole.
Loved enough
To call me your child.
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Running With Youth’s Naivety – a Poem on Sunday
Your sons and daughters will prophesy,
your young men will see visions,
your old men will dream dreams.
Acts 2: 17
Oh to run with the naivety of youth,
To jump, dive
and explore
with abandon.
Oh to embrace and experience
Life!
To touch and feel its pleasures and joys.
Oh to try, fail and try again.
Oh to be blind to the cliffs and canyons
of indelible experiences.
Oh to run …
The old head says,
“Wait,
Be careful,
Listen,
Stop!”
The old head remembers the pain
of jumping, running and diving.
The sorrow of embracing.
The old head wishes
that once again,
he could run with the naivety
of youth.
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Hip Aches – a lamentation
Hip aches.
Shoulder twitches,
Fingers creak,
Eyes falter,
Back tender,
Arches sore.
…
Getting older is a pain
or numerous pains.
Remember your Creator in the days of your youth, before the days of trouble come …
Family Humming – a Poem
Oven cooking,
Kitchen busy,
Mixer whirring,
Aromas wafting.
Dining table buzzing, Dice and tokens clattering … with an exciting game. Music filling in the background gaps. … Television off. … Cat owning the heating vent.
Coffee percolating,
Tea brewing.
…
Family humming.
I love Saturday night!
Kitchen busy,
Mixer whirring,
Aromas wafting.Dining table buzzing, Dice and tokens clattering … with an exciting game. Music filling in the background gaps. … Television off. … Cat owning the heating vent.
Coffee percolating,
Tea brewing.
…
Family humming.
I love Saturday night!
I have Two Faces … or more
I have two faces,
No.
Maybe more.
Faces for all occasions.
The private and public.
For friends and not so friends
For family and others not so close.
…
There is a game I play
We all play,
Where the depths
Thoughts and pains,
The awkward feelings and fears
Angers and spites
Are only on display,
at best, for some.
… maybe none.
…
A bright “Hello”
A hearty joke
Bonhommie is the display window.
The Soul, the heart are cloaked in rooms behind.
…
But You see,
You know,
Even the things I hide with excuses,
and bluster.
You cut through the darkness and
All is revealled, displayed and laid out
To Your eyes and Your heart.
…
I mumble “Thankyou”.
Even if I didn’t want You to look.
I am honest with You.
Not because I want to be.
But in You I can’t hide
My many masks.
No.
Maybe more.
Faces for all occasions.
The private and public.
For friends and not so friends
For family and others not so close.
…
There is a game I play
We all play,
Where the depths
Thoughts and pains,
The awkward feelings and fears
Angers and spites
Are only on display,
at best, for some.
… maybe none.
…
A bright “Hello”
A hearty joke
Bonhommie is the display window.
The Soul, the heart are cloaked in rooms behind.
…
But You see,
You know,
Even the things I hide with excuses,
and bluster.
You cut through the darkness and
All is revealled, displayed and laid out
To Your eyes and Your heart.
…
I mumble “Thankyou”.
Even if I didn’t want You to look.
I am honest with You.
Not because I want to be.
But in You I can’t hide
My many masks.
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