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The Dance


The saints woke,

Walking to their place of meditation

They lift their heads and kneel.

Remembering the prayers of the faithful

Their voices go to the ears of angels.

And ride the wings into the heavens. 

Where miracles abide and worries subside

The dance of the prayers of the saints.

Christine McNeill-Matteson

copyrighted 2023

The way I have felt since Sunday time change …


Artist: Christine McNeill Matteson

Spring Rain


Morning Lights


Hanging just above

Mystic dawning caught my eye.

Lights across horizon ride .

CMM. 2023

Running


a deep expression

Of nature early morning

I glimpse, smile, and pray

CMM. 2023.

A Gift


aspirations

Time will see

What the paint brush

Gives to me.

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Cocoa


Nativity


Summoned under night

The refuge of the soul

Born just out of sight

Labored into hope

Carried on beast and straw

Promises to cope

Rich kings attend

To peer at wonder

As angels ascend

A dark cold crib

Stones for shelter

A mother’s bib

Breath of life

Cattle’s lullaby

Humanity’s strife

The word drawn

Near into promise

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Red Truck


It caught my eye,

I could not see

the spirit of Christmas

was all over me .

I wondered why

and kept starring long.

As I heard a song,

the song was soft

and rode in on the snow.

It followed the wind

it was then I would know.

Christmas in the night

close but out of sight

we try to understand

a Christmas of love

swept through the land .

Red truck stood still

The dog did not bark

And the snow fell

Right before dark

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Oak Tree


A small spinally trunk

Began to grow 

Over the years of spring storms and 

Seasons of winter’s ice 

It grew reaching 

And sometimes struggling 

To continue to strengthen 

Within the seasons

The birds singing into 

The branches of knurly 

Knots twisting into green 

Bouquets of leaves 

Nest began to take residence 

As the feathery friends found refuge 

Deep into the branches

The crescendo would begin

Darkness pulled by sunlight 

The shades of Morning 

Lifts into the spring of beginnings 

Quietness is overtaken by staccato songs

CMM. copyrighted: 2022