Christmas

So fair the child, heir is the child -- Dear Woman Your Babe Divine Behold the child, Mary’s child -- Son of God is Thine Mother of Christ, our redeeming grace -- Jesus, our blessed Brother Rejoice for the child, we follow as children miracle of all ages -- wisdom above all sages Sacred heart that purges Spark of loving presence urges not fear of rod nor dreadful wrath He clears the brush making way pure path~ Love, His reclamation -- mission to heal God’s nation breaking the cycle of sinful damnation – Father, Son and Holy spirit with us, Prince of peace, dwelling within and about us -- transfiguration His Royal Proclamation: let all men hear and abide; earth, rejoined with heaven henceforth together outright eternally will reside -- No need for humanity to live further forlorn – this day, man’s Savior has been born!

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Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 12/4/2023 3:22:00 AM

- The poem challenges the heart's urge to find the meaning of Christmas, Joe (which many people don't think about today) - Beautiful poem :) - hugs

Joe Dimino
Date: 12/5/2023 10:17:00 AM

Thank you, Anne; indeed, the true spirit of Christmas is often overshadowed by ostentatious fanfare. Birth of Christ should be the focus. Not things, but prayer and singing praise, adding positive, spiritually uplifting vibration to the world. Blessings my friend.

Valsa George

Date: 12/2/2023 9:59:00 PM

Finally after long anticipation a child was born in Bethlehem from the womb of Mother Mary to redeem mankind steeped in sin. He didn't wield a rod of authority, but subdued everyone with his message of peace and joy. A beautiful poem reflecting the spirit of the season. Have a great Sunday!

Joe Dimino
Date: 12/3/2023 5:25:00 AM

Hi Valsa; thank you so much for a wonderful comment. You made my day. Blessings my friend.

Joe Maverick

Date: 12/2/2023 2:54:00 AM

Well done Joe.' Funny you mention the rod i Just used that in a comment to Pangie.' I see Thoughtful comment and reply ( between your Very self and Si ) which shouts volumes to me By the way. God bless; over the Christmas fest.'

Joe Dimino
Date: 12/2/2023 4:35:00 AM

Hi Joe; thank you. One can only hope to have found some truth, and then be allowed the joy of sharing such discovery with like seeking others. "Let those who have ears...." Blessings my friend. Wishing you and your loved ones a blessed Christmas.

Hilda Greenhough

Date: 11/30/2023 8:17:00 PM

I enjoyed your Christmas poem. Thank you for another great one.

Joe Dimino
Date: 12/1/2023 5:13:00 AM

Thank you, Hilda; have a beautiful day!

Sara Etgen-Baker

Date: 11/30/2023 4:07:00 PM

powerful words and images helped you capture what I think is the demise of humanity unless we individually and collectively 'break the cycle of sinful damnantion.' Loved those words as well as the transformative and uplifting ones at the end. Have a pleasant evening, Sara

Joe Dimino
Date: 11/30/2023 5:01:00 PM

Hi Sara; so pleased you enjoyed the read. It is all up to us. Without faith and love...there is only fate.

Silent One

Date: 11/30/2023 7:04:00 AM

I wonder what big J would make of today's society and the fall of humanity.. nice poem about your faith Joe..

Joe Dimino
Date: 11/30/2023 7:55:00 AM

All living creatures are spiritual...only some don't know it. Of course, I agree, this is not a poem for everyone. Christians understand it fully, and have no doubts.

Silent One
Date: 11/30/2023 7:37:00 AM

wild horses are spiritual animals.. or is that wolves..

Joe Dimino
Date: 11/30/2023 7:36:00 AM

You still can't make him drink? He needs to be thirsty...spiritually thirsty.

Silent One
Date: 11/30/2023 7:33:00 AM

Horse needs to be thirsty...

Joe Dimino
Date: 11/30/2023 7:27:00 AM

Hi Si; a good question. Don't know...one can only guess? Maybe Freewill...the old saying: "One can lead a horse to water, but you can't make him drink." You can be in the world but not of it.