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The Shepherd’s Tale

December 29, 2014

I posted this poem and drawing a couple years back as my Christmas gift to you.  I haven’t written a Christmas poem since, so here it is again. Enjoy, edify, encourage.  Merry Christmas!

 

 

 A Shepherd’s Tale

The city below was hushed and dark,
and starlight lit the hill.
The sheep were sleeping soundly,
and the night around was still.

Then in the quiet came a light,
and we lay in awe and fear.
The angel of the Lord had come,
and we our dooms did wait to hear.

But he bade us be not frightened,
for his tidings were only good.
A savior had been born he said
in Bethlehem which nearby stood.

A sign he gave us ere he left
to help us know the child.
We’d find him wrapped in swaddling clothes
in a manger – and we smiled.

No sooner had he finished
than a multitude appeared,
who sang a song of praise and joy,
and then the heavens cleared.

A moment thus we sat and gaped
then one by one we stood.
We ran as one to find the babe,
and share these tidings good.

We found them, as the angel said,
and gathered round the manger.
With Mary and Joseph we worshiped there,
then ran to tell the neighbors.

Many heard but couldn’t believe
that shepherds such as we
Would ever have been favored so
that angels we should see.

So we went back to find our sheep
all there and sleeping still,
And many nights we sat and sang
the angels’ song upon the hill.

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Year Break

January 2, 2014

Snow on the ground, the thermometer’s cold
The ball drop is over, the party grows old

A new year is dawning, resolutions are rife
Weight loss, a new job, or to end war and strife

Plans at their brightest, shiny and new
Yet many the same ones we had last year too

So what truly is different, save a tick of the clock,
A change in the date, and a new party frock?

If the old year hasn’t taught us one single thing
No light can it shed on what the new one will bring

When the hoopla dies down what will remain
Is a world growing weary, tired, and mundane

Yet we face the world with hope in our hearts
That the story of the last holiday, Christmas, imparts

Tidings of joy and peace to the Earth
For we celebrate once more our Savior’s Birth

~Homeschool Graduate

A Mossy Cemetery

December 12, 2012

Every year when my family goes to cut down our Christmas tree, we park next to an old cemetery.  Through the years, we’ve read the names off the stones, but this year, I got to thinking about it a little more, and my thinking about it turned into a poem.  I’m reminded of Anne of Green Gables, who enjoyed walking in a cemetery near the college she attended, if I remember correctly…  Anyway, here’s what I ended up writing.

A Mossy Cemetery

A mossy cemetery waits
behind a tumbling wall
for the cue to open all its graves
at Gabriel’s trumpet call.

No room for more within this space,
every plot is occupied,
and few are left to visit here,
for they have also died.

But I will come and visit here
the forgotten ones of old,
and wonder what the stories were
that once they might have told.

The stones that others raised for them
tell stories of their own,
for some show care was taken once
while others were left alone.

At the ostentatious ones I laugh
as I shake my head;
the man beneath the smallest stone
has just as much, now dead.

I sit and meditate on life
and death among the graves,
and read the names that haven’t worn
from off their markers brave

This pastime makes me wonder,
as I’m sure ‘twould you,
who will visit my grave
when I’m long buried too?

~Homeschool Graduate

A Poem of Thanksgiving

November 21, 2012

I THANK YOU, FRIEND

I thank you, Friend, for the little things,
The gentle word when I’m feeling blue,
The widespread smile when I’ve done well,
That twinkling eye when you’ve a joke to share,
For these little things, I thank you, Friend.

I thank you, Friend, for the larger things,
The patient word when I’m astray,
The encouraging grin when anxiety strikes,
That lighthearted tone to balance my struggles,
For these larger things, I thank you, Friend.

I thank you, Friend, for the greatest things,
The hopeful word when the path is dark,
The hand that points to the narrow way,
That quiet presence when my world shifts,
For these greatest things, I thank you, Friend.

~Homeschool Graduate

My Christmas Gift to You!

December 25, 2011

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Shepherd’s Tale

The city below was hushed and dark,
and starlight lit the hill.
The sheep were sleeping soundly,
and the night around was still.

Then in the quiet came a light,
and we lay in awe and fear.
The angel of the Lord had come,
and we our dooms did wait to hear.

But he bade us be not frightened,
for his tidings were only good.
A savior had been born he said
in Bethlehem which nearby stood.

A sign he gave us ere he left
to help us know the child.
We’d find him wrapped in swaddling clothes
in a manger – and we smiled.

No sooner had he finished
than a multitude appeared,
who sang a song of praise and joy,
and then the heavens cleared.

A moment thus we sat and gaped
then one by one we stood.
We ran as one to find the babe,
and share these tidings good.

We found them, as the angel said,
and gathered round the manger.
With Mary and Joseph we worshiped there,
then ran to tell the neighbors.

Many heard but couldn’t believe
that shepherds such as we
Would ever have been favored so
that angels we should see.

So we went back to find our sheep
all there and sleeping still,
And many nights we sat and sang
the angels’ song upon the hill.

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!

I Danced Across a Cloud

November 1, 2011

Sometimes when my heart is full, the words don’t come in either complete sentences or in nicely rhythmic stanzas.  I jotted this down while driving to the conference I mentioned last month.  I had a couple of reasons for feeling especially blessed, excited, and joyous, and I wanted to capture the feeling on paper somehow.  I could have described the feeling as a sunbeam in my heart trying to find its way out so it could share my joy, but this is what I wrote instead.

 

I danced across a cloud one day
Waltzing with a rainbow while the sun looked on

A laughing breeze came to take a turn
And we whirled down the jet stream

I finally slid down a sunbeam
To land in a mountain streamlet

We frolicked down to the valley
Singing with the birds all the way

The stream became a rushing river
so I danced out into a meadow of flowers

My smile was a lifetime wide
Encompassing the sky

My soul was full to bursting
And bubbled o’er with joy

My Lord had given me a gift so fine
My exuberance could scarcely be contained

The Sun is Falling

October 24, 2011

The Sun Is Falling

The sun is falling in the west
without much pomp tonight
A gentle pink blends into blue
with streaky clouds between

Some nights the sky is brilliant
and goes to bed with style
But this time there’s no fanfare
only dulcet lullabies

I like to watch the sun fall
and slip into the night
The skyline fades to silhouette
and all else dims to gray

~Homeschool Graduate


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