Gander Poetry ~: Spirit

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Saturday, December 8, 2012

Nativity Christmas 12-8-12

Does someone call as snowflakes fall

upon my window sill?

There comes a sleigh. The horses neigh,

in spirit of goodwill.

There's not a breeze. My mind's at ease.

They bid me, "Come" they say.

So I step out. There is no doubt -

that this is Christmas Day.

I hop aboard and ride on toward -

a town that's splashed with sights.

I look ahead at green and red.

I love those Christmas lights.

The air is crisp. I see a wisp -

on front of horses' mane -

that bounce with pep at every step.

The horses do not wane.

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Hear sleigh bells chime throughout that time

until I got to town -

And hooves had clopped until they stopped

as I arrived downtown.

Nativity... I smiled with glee -

heard carols in the air.

The shepherds spied. The three Magi

saw Jesus sleeping there.

A camel knelt. In joy they dwelt -

in cushioned stable hay -

A scene on earth of virgin birth -

where one man came to pray.

A poor old man, all wrinkled tan,

was kneeling on the ground.

His hair was messed but he was blessed

as snow fell all around.

Some kids walked through, in contrast to -

his humble position.

And then they felled the cane he held,

reckless recognition.

God woos each one who seek His Son -

but they paid no attention.

I heard them joke each time they spoke

within their own dimension.

He reached in vain to get his cane.

His countenance was grim -

then heard him say, "wife passed away."

as I gave it to him.

Through eyelids tight, they drew my sight -

I saw more tears come through.

It touched my heart, tore me apart -

so I knelt down there too.

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Snowflakes falling, Jesus calling -

calling from above.

Can you live it? Christmas spirit -

wooing all, in love...

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Mark 2:14 (KJV)
Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.

Sunday, February 5, 2012

Burned alive, my soul was,
despite my swings and thrashes -
and I had been completely dead,
a filthy heap of ashes.

And Heaven, I forgot about
when living with the masses.
So futile there, my soul was -
and learned life quickly passes.

Excuses weren't accepted.
Results were very vile.
I had to stop and think a bit -
and cry for quite awhile.

But that was then and this is now.
I want you all to see -
that I had no one else to blame
except for 'little me'.

Then sought I Jesus, by and by,
above the clouds and birds.
His grace was free. Now so am I
to leave these loving words:

If you would simply just repent -
and let His Spirit free -
through faith, you'll find a joyous life
and so contented be.

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Tuesday, January 10, 2012

A Simple Frame 1-10-12

With Christmas season over,

and presents put away -

with most the decorations packed...

what's wrong with life today?

My dead tree still is standing -

that I have yet to cast -

but cannot help but wonder -

has Christmas spirit passed?

That single, empty, simple frame,

is dead inside and out -

and seems to cloak the truth of what

pure 'Christmas' is about.

Although some evidence remains

with dead tree standing there,

needles scattered on the floor...

there's something in the air.

There's something that I'm missing.

There's something not routine -

and somewhere in this old dead tree -

there's something I've not seen.

Could I derive from hint and clue

if pieced, I could, together -

in my head, I wonder if -

I wonder - wonder whether...

My tree once held the ornaments...

Another held a Man!

And long before mere presents came,

the gift of grace began!

A simple frame against the sky

in perfect silhouette -

a couple thousand years ago -

if we can see it yet...

see, by Jesus' sacrifice -

that all God's grace is free -

if we confess and humbly trust,

our Savior faithfully!

Last Christmas never ended,

as I walk along life's way -

I will forever, always

live Christmas every day!

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Tuesday, March 10, 2009

But Then God 3-10-09

On the run - chasing shadows,

and always on the go.

Always right - never wrong,
and always in the know.

"It's not me" I told myself -

my life so wasteful spent.

I was lost. I went to work -

my mind was earthly bent.

I was blind. I couldn't see -

His voice I couldn't hear.

But then God (who loved the world),

had turned my busy ear.

I was a shadow chaser -

too busy for my Lord.

Praise God the Spirit stirred me.

and now I am restored.

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