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
Morning Lights
Hanging just above
Mystic dawning caught my eye.
Lights across horizon ride .
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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
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