I love snowmen. And I love Calvin & Hobbes. Put them together...?
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
For the Winter Season
Friday, December 07, 2007
A Christmas Tale
All is quiet on a hill
The wind whispers, blowing where it will
Long sighs fill the night
Sleeping herds make quite a sight
Suddenly, they're bathed in light
Sheep and shephers stand in fright
Swirling stars descend from high
Fiery angels fill the sky
singing a chorus of "Gloria!"
The shepherds fill with euphoria
Then with sudden vigour they run
to Bethlehem, to meet the Son
Running through the pre-dawn street
Yelling to everyone they meet
Coming to the stable-cave
And Jesus Christ who's come to save
Michael
________________________________
Brother in Arms
Proverbs.17.17
The wind whispers, blowing where it will
Long sighs fill the night
Sleeping herds make quite a sight
Suddenly, they're bathed in light
Sheep and shephers stand in fright
Swirling stars descend from high
Fiery angels fill the sky
singing a chorus of "Gloria!"
The shepherds fill with euphoria
Then with sudden vigour they run
to Bethlehem, to meet the Son
Running through the pre-dawn street
Yelling to everyone they meet
Coming to the stable-cave
And Jesus Christ who's come to save
Michael
________________________________
Brother in Arms
Proverbs.17.17
Sunday, December 02, 2007
White
White blanketing the ground
blanketing trees, roofs
as smoke curls
from the gaping mouths of chimneys.
Dark clouds part
like curtains after the night,
after a deluge of chips
of heav'nly frost.
I wake in the morning -
As the sun begins its lazy ascent –
to light glancing off the white;
a kaleidoscope of colour.
Beauty everywhere.
Out my window lies a tree,
dwarfed by the powder encircling.
It's green a promise of life
vibrant and full in spite of chill.
A survivor in the winter kill.
A time of joy and not of sad,
there is much in white to be had.
Michael
________________________________
Brother in Arms
Proverbs.17.17
blanketing trees, roofs
as smoke curls
from the gaping mouths of chimneys.
Dark clouds part
like curtains after the night,
after a deluge of chips
of heav'nly frost.
I wake in the morning -
As the sun begins its lazy ascent –
to light glancing off the white;
a kaleidoscope of colour.
Beauty everywhere.
Out my window lies a tree,
dwarfed by the powder encircling.
It's green a promise of life
vibrant and full in spite of chill.
A survivor in the winter kill.
A time of joy and not of sad,
there is much in white to be had.
Michael
________________________________
Brother in Arms
Proverbs.17.17
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)