The Christmas Tree is also known as the ‘Paradise Tree’ representing the Tree of Knowledge in the Garden of Eden when Adam and Eve disobeyed. . . A fir tree decorated with apples, wafers and candles giving hope of Eternal Life . . . Having celebrated the mystical Birth of the Newborn Child, we have been given hope for our Lord’s Second Coming. Prophecies from the beginning of time are taking place, with signs and wonders in the stars and skies. . . .When PEACE and Joy will be restored once again on EARTH!
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From the Tree of Life we will Once again taste of its Fruit in Eternal Life! 🍎🍏
The year 1861 was a sad year for Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. In the month of July his wife, Fanny, who he dearly loved, had been sealing a keepsake lock of their daughter’s hair in wax, when a gust of wind blew through the window causing her dress to catch fire.
Longfellow severely burned his face and hands, attempting to save her, but her burns were so severe she died the next day. In the year 1864 his son was injured in the Civil war. Christmas of that year, in despair he wrote this famous carol – ‘I heard the bells on Christmas day’ “And in despair I bowed my head
There is no peace on earth I said for hate is strong and mocks the song of peace on earth, good will to men” He had good reason to question if there would ever be peace for him But then this great poet wrote these words of cheer –
“Then pealed the bells more loud and deep God is not dead nor does He sleep, the wrong shall fail, the right prevail with peace on earth, good will to men”
During a walk in a beautiful forest of fir trees shining in star light a humble monk, Martin Luther, was so touched by God’s love that he cut down a fir tree and took it home decorating it with candles, showing his children
how it symbolized the ‘Star of Bethlehem’ leading the Wise Men to celebrate the birth of Jesus.
Martin Luther The great Protestand Reformer November 1483 to To February 1546
“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!
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