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Christmas Story


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, even 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

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

Santa Came Too Soon


A voice so loud, I do remember,

 

Early evening, in late December

 

“Ho ho ho”, with a thunderous caugh,

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Waking from slumber, we began to laugh.

 

Why was he here and we not asleep?

 

As our grandfather yelled, “kids come take a peep.”

 

“It looks as though Santa has come too soon,

 

You are awake and giggling in your room.”

 

We tip toed and peered around the hall to see,

 

a bearded man, red suit, looking back at me.

 

“Ho Ho Ho”, he winked and continued to sound.

 

“You are awake and wide eyed, I have found.”

 

We stood there in awe, and not a word said,

 

He hugged us, “Now get back to your bed.”

 

I remember the night, Santa came too soon.

 

As I tried to fall asleep, that night in my room.

 

Copyrighted:  2016 CMM

 

Missing Christmas


Christmas lights flicker

   into colors, green and red.

The silence of the season

   hangs in what is not said.

img_9294It is the knowing you are not here

   your smile I miss the most,

The quiet way you made it so

   a holiday Christmas toast.

I will miss our first Christmas

   with you not around.

I will miss all the other Christmas’

    in memory do resound.

Copyrighted:  2011 CMM

Good Friday


When the wind crossed over time

and the wood left stains behind

rumbling into all tomorrows

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© CMM 2015

Winter’s White


Preserved
limbs
frosted…

Linger
settled
crystals…

Quiet
sounds
lights…

Winter’s
hoarfrost
paints…

Portrait
frozen
white…

copyrighted:  CMM 2002