A winter Moon
Upon the crest
Shines a light
The season’s best
Of cold and ice
Is set to be
Expectancy
of winter’s eve .
© 2018 CMM
I lost a long time friend last night. I woke this morning to the news. So this afternoon I went to a movie as a day out and distraction. The name of the movie was ” Mule” with Clint Eastwood, there were 2 take-away sentences. One was ” how old would you be if you did not know the year you were born?” The other, ” you cannot buy time”
1st Sunday of Advent
A wakeful glimpse
Into darkness that helps us
See past into the light
CMM @ 2018
Stephanie
My Gaelic daughter,
A child of grace.
A spirited heart,
An angelic face.
Fears of a mother
Go ahead of her steps.
No greater joy,
Her pain is kept.
Walk among the clover,
Feed under the thatch.
Angels go as you rover .
A lassie of no match.
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Walked Among the Woods
I looked past the window pane and saw the gray bleak sky,
and felt the chill left in the house where all the quiet abides.
I’m not sure which bird I heard but off in distance it sings,
And I listen until the quiet resumes, then hear him once again.
Ice has passed and snow’s to come, blanketing frozen ground,
as I walked among the woods a breaking crunching sound
of frozen earth reminds me of the labored year has passed.
We look for good news to come, and hope that will surpass.
This hope was birthed among the timbers and quiet baby born,
yet the world goes on the same, even after Christmas morn.
Listen, as the year ends, Father times bids us farewell,
while the story remains anew among the promised tale
of birth and baby, poverty persist and still it overcomes,
rage and war and even death as life brought by a son.
Copyrighted: CMM 2008
The Journey
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
He Came
As the chickadee finds its nest,
among the prickly leaf…
The labored Mother sighs
as birthing finds relief…
Then nature joins a chorus,
among the star they sing…
Humanity realized His birth
of the Resurrection King…
He came among the world
in quiet winter’s rest…
Chickadee without notice
continues to make his nest…
Copyrighted: CMM 2003
He Came
As the chickadee finds its nest,
among the prickly leaf…
The labored Mother sighs
as birthing finds relief…
Then nature joins a chorus,
among the star they sing…
Humanity realized His birth
of the Resurrection King…
He came among the world
in quiet winter’s rest…
Chickadee without notice
continues to make his nest…
Copyrighted: CMM 2003
Winter’s Sun
Silver sky fades
into
fallen
season.
Trees barren branches
reaching
into
dismal
light.
Time takes back yesterdays;
weathered
sky
prepares
solemn
mood.
Impending winter will
be;
chilling
stillness
prepares
for
tomorrow’s advent.
© CMM 2011
