Posted tagged ‘poetry’

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.

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

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

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

The Closet

September 15, 2011

Do you sometimes feel as if every time you try to change yourself, you discover more that needs changing or fixing?  Maybe you should consider coming out of The Closet.  Seriously.  Rachel Starr Thompson has painted a striking picture in her poem, and I recommend some deep thought after you read it!

Poem – Day Trip

August 11, 2011

Day Trip

The morning’s stirring early
for a Saturday,
We’ve a trip in the offing,
and it’s chased all sleep away.

Hop in the shower quickly,
then bolt some cereal;
Brush your teeth on the double,
then help pack the noon meal.

We’re on the road with a bustle,
anticipating fun.
The car ride there is pleasant
and not a very long one.

We’ll come home tired surely,
later in the day,
But we are glad to be family
together at our play.

~Homeschoolgraduate


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