Month: November 2015

Dark and bleak the days become,

Mother and child still are one.

They seek shelter for the night

against the cold weather’s fright.

A manger, a stable, they find by grace.

In the night, their stay finds pace

to birthing pains inside the shed.

Labor and love defies world’s dread.

Where infant cries break the sounds

all kings and shepherds seek to surround,

as star reflects hope and the son,

God enters the world among

on this our Christmas Day…

©   CMM  2015

Seasons golden, rustic colors

shed from the aged old tree.

I lean in against the scaly bark

smell the age of autumn’s passing

I feel the leaves falling freely kaleidscope

around the warmth of the breeze.

I step gingerly at the  base of roots grounded by time,

pigmented color, bark’s earthy smell.

Feeling the gifts of nurtured ground and holy soil

a symphony of change begin to swell.

I am brought to the awareness of time,

and the treasures it bares.

©   CMM  2015