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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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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!!!

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

To Catch A Thought

October 8, 2011

I had just stretched out in bed the other night, when suddenly inspiration struck.  Not once, but twice.  Now sometimes I would have ignored the thoughts tripping through my brain and tried to go to sleep.  This time I turned on a light and found paper and pencil.  I wrote for about twenty minutes, ending with a decent poem (included below).  Put the pencil and paper back, and turned out the light.

Then I sat there in the dark for a minute thinking.  And inspiration struck again.

I had to get the paper out again and turn on the light.  Another half-hour later, I had yet another poem started, albeit not finished.  I had the rough outline of it, although I’ve gone back and added a couple of stanzas to it since.

I’ve never had poetry interrupt my routine like that before.  Usually I have to be in the right frame of mind, but this time, I’d been watching a TV show, and I wasn’t in the least in a poetry kind of mood when I went upstairs!  I’m not complaining (not with a poem to show for it), but it seemed kind of strange for me.  Then again, maybe I was just harnessing one of those random thoughts that this poem describes!

Shadow Thoughts

In the shadows of my mind
dance random little thoughts
Flitting near my consciousness
like fairies in the dark

Or maybe more like fireflies
which blink and disappear
And leave no sign or trail behind
for me to follow in the night

Random thoughts and fleeting,
glimmers and bright ideas
Small use are they to me right now,
they’re all so very skittish

Perhaps I’ll tame them someday
to pull the cart of intellect
Till then I’m stuck with light bulbs
’cause I can’t reach the stars

~Homeschool Graduate

Gotta Love Saturday

October 2, 2011

On a Damp Autumn Saturday

There’s a broom in Dad’s hand
and dust in the air
The garage needs cleaning
since the weather’s not fair

Things to throw out
and things we still need
Mom sorts through it all
with astonishing speed

For some things it’s just time
to find winter lodging
The rest gets rearranged
while the raindrops are watching

At last tidy and neat
with the cars in their berths
Our garage’s face is clean
(and so is the earth’s).

~Homeschoolgraduate


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