A Christmas Blessing

(Photo source Oil Painting Ruth Sanderson 1992)

God grant you the light of Christmas,

which is faith;

the warmth of Christmas,

which is purity;

the righteousness of Christmas,

which is justice;

the belief in Christmas,

which is truth;

the all of Christmas,

which is Christ.

(Source Wilda English,  n.d.)

For My Daughter

(Photo source Google)

Stare in the mirror, a full moon night, see what is before and know it is right, and if in the lake a reflection you see, other than yours, then know it will be.

(Source: my daughter's wedding vows)

HAPPY SOLSTICE!

Now And Forever

There is something very special about finding someone who can relate to us, who for a period of time brings contentment and relieves us of all loneliness and despair.
When we see people as gifts, rather than possessions, we learn to hold them rather than cling to them.
To love unconditionally is to allow space to grow.

Christmas Icicle Legend

One night the Christ Child wandered

Through forest dark and cold;

There was no hut to shelter Him.

No angel's hand to hold.

Trees were bare. Their leaves were gone.

His young eyes spied the Pine,

Whose limbs, low hanging, sheltered Him

From piercing winds' sharp whine.

Caring for the Chris Child,

The Pine wept tears of joy

Freezing to icicles as they fell

Sheltering Mary's boy.

Morning dawned sunlight's gold

In brilliance dazzling to behold.

And every Christmas icicles shine

In memory of this Holy time.

(Source poem by M. A. Putman)

The Fishermen's Church

I saw a little church to-day

The quaintest I have seen,

It stood amidst the fishing fleet

And made a charming scene.

Strangers viewed it with interest

This sea-stained House of God

And then as if enchanted,

its moss-grown paths have trod.

This little Church was built for such

Who wished to seek God's face,

For a spirit of holiness seemed to rest

Upon that sacred place.

When the hurricane is sweeping by

And the sea runs white with foam

The song I hear from the little Church

Soars above the ceaseless moan.

I love to read of the olden days

When our Lord walked by the sea

How He taught the poor and humble

By the shores of Galilee.

And when He saw the fishermen

Busy mending their nets,

He called them and they followed Him

To be His honoured guests.

God has not called the greatest,

Nor the highest in the land,

He calls His humble servants

To do what He commands.

And ye who are His followers,

Look up, your Lord is near:

Within His hand He holds the crown

That ye may some day wear.

(Source Hastings Church - E. Verness, the widow of a Hastings fisherman)

(Photo source Google)

1 December...

God gave us memories so that we could have roses in December.