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Advent Wreath – Simbolo ng Pasko
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-12/01/2019
(Dumarao)
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behind each numbered door,
a secret~
chocolate coins
wrapped in foil,
a cinnamon bear
stiff with sugar,
a marzipan pig
snout-deep in glitter.
the rituals are precise~
peel back the perforation,
let your finger
claim the prize.
(But never peek ahead.)
by the twenty-fourth,
the grid is gutted~
a hollow cathedral
of empty windows,
where only the memory
of sweetness lingers
like tinsel.
A TRAVELING ADVENT EVENT
Traveling,
I got lost.
In faith,
I journeyed onward;
My trust
Put in God:-
With circling
And squaring,
I soon got back
On my route:-
Looking back
On all this,
There’s a powerful
Message within
The time spent:
Christ’s birth, death,
Burial, and rising,
To navigate us onward:-
A joyous tiding on this hallowed night:
That for our sake, a virgin would conceive.
The Child would promise everlasting light
To all who in His saving love believe,
And for our sin we may no longer grieve.
Among the beasts was born this infant King
As choirs of angels came to dance and sing.
The shepherds marveled, the wise men rejoiced
And praised the Lord for the good He would bring
As all of creation joined with its voice.
Green moon in a dirty sky,
snow drifting in,
a subliminal huff-huff,
of polar bears stalking.
Ice crackles, bewitched
caw-clawing crows
gather to sleep
amid bad dreams.
If we gaze too long,
a green sheen
smears stinging cheeks.
When making love
to the pillowing dark,
snarling monkey's chase
naked angels
across a gloaming night.
In red and white stripped socks
toes curl.
Phantasmagoric broomsticks
swish tinsel
from bleary eyes.
Later than predicted,
a deeper snow arrives.
Wooly hats flap sleepily
as we reach down
into their long-neglected nest.
(A Haiku Trio)
Notre Dame chosen,
Love's spiritual seed sown;
Gardener assigned:-
Winds of love blowing...
The garden of love blooming...
Harvesting soon comes...
Let's get ready,
God's harvest is on the way;
Christmas is coming
Sometimes the dry desert wind
Strips slowly the sandless skin
Of the soul
Gentle balm of the wide Spirit
Settling upon the surface
Singing a song of suppleness
Message of the mindful reflection
From the internal mirror
Of the heart
Home to the fruitful Spirit
Residence of the restoring, loving kindness
Of the refreshing riverside
Where solace comes, pacifying
With the sounds trickling and dancing
Over cool stones of thought
Soon a time to repent will come
When winter captures the west,
East will summer then enjoy
No matter; season comes to quest.
Forty-five days to advent time
When all prepare for Christmas chime.
Then in the wilderness a voice will shout
‘Prepare ye the way of the Lord’,
Are we ready to prepare our lives or shall
We be busy with our own record:
Whose cake is best, dressed and spruced
From the stalls of styles reduced?
Are we busy, souls to clean and dress
Preparing in our heart a fresh room
Or with an outfitter spending hours
To look the best in hair and plume?
Then with decorating our lounge and stair
We are busy, but not for our spirit care.
‘Prepare ye the way of the Lord’
May just be a distant cry,
For we are all busy doing things
Not actually knowing the reason why.
Let’s for once, open our ears to the Word
And contemplate on our Saviour’s birth.
"Blessed assurance glory divine ..."
Supine haze swiped tall grass wooing shadows,
as chimes of wren's feathers a float parade,
begs a trace with leaves sought resting barrows,
the fondness parting loft and low portrayed.
Nourishing willows stranding morning dews,
while lengthy lappings the murmured streaming,
courses the sourcing promises pact sinews,
of turned new leaves and blazed hues trails dreaming.
Quietude slights segmental furtherance,
edging up-ends the friendlies beckoning,
hail the awakened, embracing balance,
trice the brevity traipsed separating.
The listless stares a sheltered clemency,
keys to a kingdom freed their fervency.
Since Amazon has almost everything,
I placed several orders for Peace on Earth.
I hoped the shipments would arrive in time for Christmas.
I even paid extra for overnight delivery to Gaza and Ukraine.
But, alas, angelically voiced Alexa announced
that promised Peace on Earth was out of stock.
Easy earthly peace is elusive,
found in nobody’s shopping cart.
We'll need to work together
to deliver peace ourselves.
A candle drives darkness back
with beauty of glowing light,
giving of itself as flame’s fuel
until completing its calling.
Then another candle takes its place…
and then another… and another…
Flickering but enduring,
a shimmering succession
persists while darkness reigns
until morning dawns eternal.
(First published in Agape Review, 9 Dec. 2022. See also my poems “Quantum Acts of Kindness” and “Bringing Heaven to Earth.”)
(Image by ESTIPINCHASI on Pixabay.com.)
I expected it with you, because you were suffering
I didn’t want it but it seemed a mercy
Of sorts
But now, when she wants to join you, to stop
The suffering, the confusion,the helplessness
The separation from you, two sons, and her God
Everything you all told me seems true
Just harder, lonelier, and now
I’m the adult, the father, the husband
The weddings you’ll miss, the growing old
Not knowing your grandsons
But what is good with and without you
Is because of you, the love you gave
There is a husband, a son, and more of us
In you, with you and waiting
A son lost on Christmas, six without you now
and a wife trapped in a mind betraying her before
Death, eternity, a slow wait
You taught me not to quit, to struggle with doubt
You never gave an easy way out
Hard on the child, kind to the man
I don’t want you back, I will miss mom
But I want her with you, and my brothers
Make a place ready, but don’t rush I’ll be awhile
Advent is a time to Pre-prayer! :)
(Yes, I know I added letters there)
I did that to point out:
we should be more devout...
and about Jesus' Birthday --care!
On Advent Sunday, we strike a match
And light a candle on the wreath.
It’s a time for us our breath to catch
And search for that inner peace.
Advent Of Spring
Reemerging sunlight magically illuminate a darkened alpine summit
Cloud lingered for an eternity now banished amidst surviving spruce
Spores through withered ground sprout anew like a recurring comet
Pristine water inundates bank of anonymous river nourishing moose
Above urban landscape people taste remnants of a variety of smells
Relishing April showers children emulate elfin leprechauns carousing
Cabs defying limousines vie for fares portraying overzealous gazelles
Memories of winter beneath a bluer sky heralds the advent of spring
01/13/2018
West Palm Beach
Florida USA
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