“I am searching for one who will give me bread” An answer is heard “Do not trouble me,the door is now shut and my children are with me in bed”* “It is too late, the bread in the oven not yet baked” ❄ The day has been long with joy and laughter and too much to drink then turning his face one more time the careless neighbor falls back asleep Once again with a persistent knock the angel says “Please give me bread that I may eat” And because of the persistence, he rises gathering a few crumbs stumbling to the door promising a loaf with the rising of the sun I wonder do we do the same, neglecting the rappings on our heart strings? Until the angel becomes fainter and almost unheard! But always returning with hope we will hear 🕯 🕯
My poem is inspired by A parable in the ancient book of Luke ‘A Persistent [neighber]”
A candle in the window burns in the Eve, as I knock faintly then turn to leave, when a handle begins
to turn and a voice invites me in, guiding me through a hallway dark and dim, there are pictures on the wall almost as if they are of me from a small child to a girl who is now grown and tall 🕯
Another door opens slowly, and as I peer in
there is a room so grand with an hour glass of of passing sand. A chair sits in the middle and I take a seat, as a kind gentle Man beckons me to come with a candle in his hand, explaining to me
“When you were weary and could not find your way, your path was dark and you were sure you were lost, your candle with only a flickering flame I was always there to lead you” – ” TO REMIND YOU ON THIS CHRISTMAS DAY” 🕯
Each CHRISTMAS SEASON angels visit our earth sharing the GOOD NEWS with all who will listen!
Have you ever wondered if angels get tired and weary?
Do they cry when they see our pain and feel our loss – When we ignore their care and forget to trust?
Hastening on at the midnight hour angel’s feet touch the earth – Ever searching for those who will join in song – But there are none as mortals sleep There is no one to share their song But every year they always return
Rejoicing in OUR SAVIOR’S BIRTH! NO LONGER WEEPING!
As we begin our Thanksgiving Week to share with Family and Friends
The Earth Has Shared A Good Crop!
“To everything there is a Season A time to plant and a time to pluck” [A time to Eat] [And a time to give Thanks] “A time to Laugh and A time to Dance” *
SOME are sad SOME weep SOME have needles That puncture AND bleed AND others offer a HOME to creatures IN need THERE are those That hide among Scattered Leaves ONES that grow Sweet things to Eat AND then I think A tree planted by Rivers And streams – With roots Reaching wide And deep HELPING others Through The storms of life IS the ONE I might LIKE to BE! IF – I ‘COULD’ Be A Tree!
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