Reflecting
Lost to the world
I stand at the shores edge
As the crisp blue waves
with white laced edges
gently touch the sand
beneath my feet
and gently breath
first slowly in
then slowly out
bringing with them small gifts
valuables once lost
Now shaped by rhythms
of tumbling and churning
Reshaping according to time
Often now collected
as sea weathered fares - distressed
Just as sea glass twinkling
like new jewels
A treasure in the making
My thoughts come back
to the sounds and scents
of a nearby beach barbecue
Sausages bacon - smoked
Sizzling under the sun
Spitting with the heat
These mingled with a greasy aroma
of hot buttered onions
ready for hot dogs
or english breakfast maybe
Who knows
But the expectant crowd were happy
Each eagerly playing their part
in preparing the feast
Just like everyone else
Ready to place
One foot ahead of the next
And step into the day
Taking on each challenge it brings
One by one
Bringing in the new
Letting go of the old
Rhythm of life
Akin to the sea
December is known for short days and snow,
and for frozen skies over oceans that billow,
in the midst of winter's winds fiercely howling:
God chose the coldest day for Christ's coming!
In some countries, Nativity scenes
are staged alive as in the town of Assisi,
don't skip the arrival of the Magi
riding those camels that bring three gifts!
No night is more festive than Christmas,
listen to kids caroling from door to door,
their love for Jesus is a delight to explore;
greet them with joy, pause your chores!
Everybody must remember that Jesus
was the Redeemer, the Lamb of sacrifice,
Herod hunted this child because of envy,
he wanted to be the king chosen by destiny!
December brings us two wonderful gifts:
one is snow, the other is pure grace;
the Shepherd seeks His stranded sheep,
who lost their way by a steep creek!
Earth’s soil births an amazing range of plants
whose blooms enhance environments and lives
with colors, shapes, and fragrance. Just a glance
at flowers makes us smile on Sunday drives.
Two special beauties I have long enjoyed,
tulips and honeysuckle, bloom in spring.
The climbing honeysuckle fills a void
and lightly scents the air each place it clings.
The tulips compensate for being free
of scent. Their unique shape and hardy blooms
of varied colors, a delight to see,
embellish many gardens, yards, and rooms.
TODAY’S a new beginning
Perfect for a fresh start,
By lighting up someone’s morning
With your great big heart,
While the new day is dawning.
GIFTS we are giving
To those who are grieving,
A way to make life
A little more worth living,
By helping this world find healing.
Gifts received from so many
Out from under the shadows, memories of beautiful women and girls
who gave, shared so much more than they received, strings of pearls.
No diamonds, gold, platinum, or bouquets of flowers, just a shallow man
who provided very little in return but did the best he knew, the best he can.
It was a time when loving, from me, was not more than a superficial gift
offered to all those who desired, a plutonic relationship alone with the stiff .
My regrets haunt, broken hearts long since healed, what do they, today feel
about a fool who could have had meaningful relationships, this man of steel.
B. J. “A ” 2
June 9th, 2026
May we be blessed to have been given a Mom
whose gifts are her kindness, her caring
her love, her support and her compassion…just to name a few…
Gifts passed down to us so if we ever have a daughter
Who decides to be a mother…
She will share those same Mom Gifts…
with all her children too.
422.
Accept God's Gifts
God's graces are perfected by His gifts
These supernatural presents help us avoid mischiefs
Wisdom & knowledge make us aware of our actions
Understanding & counsel make us realize our situations
Piety keeps us holy and worthy of reverence
Fortitude strengthens our faith and sustains our patience
Fear of the Lord prevents us from sinning!
-12/05/2015
(Dumarao)
*29th Daily Reflection from Catechism Booklet
(in Senryus)
With poetry we
can take God’s gorgeous sunsets
and make them about us.
With poetry, sad
ness isn’t edited for
your convenience
.
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A song for this:
Born at midnight (every time) by Born At Midnite
God
Shower you children with
Gifts
You gave then different gifts
Some are god in writing poems
Other's are good in carpentry
Other's are good gardeners
They also have a green thumb
Every thing grows beautiful
In their garden
Today you children are working in the
Garden
First they remove the weeds
It is a horrible job to do
Yes it is also a beautiful day
To work in the garden
Now your children
Will plant the bulbs
In the garden that will
Come out
Every Spring
Now is time to
Water the Garden
Now the sun is going down
And also we saw
The sunset
It is beautiful
Now the night is here
It is time for us
To go to bed
air washed
by night's rain
breathe earth's freshness
petrichor renews life
God's gift
Every day,
Every sunrise,
Every sunset,
Every flower,
Every tree,
Every cloud,
Every drop of rain,
Every river,
Every sea,
Every ocean,
Every valley,
Every mountain
All
Are gifts of our Lord,
Designed
To bring joy into our hearts
And
To nourish our souls with heaven's delights,
Thus
We ought to revere each one of the gifts
And
Offer Thanksgiving for each, all of the nights!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
By Poet: "LOVE, just four letters makes a very powerful word."
Have you looked inside of a store?
Filled from the ceiling to the floor,
with pretty gifts on every shelf.
Every aisle has more and then some more.
I see red everywhere for myself,
a pretty rose red bedspread for the elf.
Valentine's Day is full of love.
I will make red cornbread for thyself.
I am looking for a card like a dove,
not one showing a boxing glove.
This one will make him really smile,
as it shows my fun and true love.
Valentine's shopping went on for awhile,
now get home and decorate in style.
Cooking and baking for a great dinner,
will make him happy and be all worthwhile.
With each one now received
Come to bemoan this.
Probing, do not find , within
Any worthiness.
Soul, Love itself died for!
Lord's; richest there is!
Undeserved or not, give thanks
That others hate less!
Inspired by our Soul's Purpose. Someone is waiting for the Gift that only you can share.
Share your Gifts with humble pride
By Michelle Morris
26/12/2026
You are an eternal Soul
Having a human experience in this life
You're here to learn and grow
To share your Gifts with humble pride
Someone is waiting
For a Gift that only you can share
Someone is waiting
For the Love and Light you bear
Never forget you're special
In God's image you were created
He made you to be just perfect
Starlight and Stardust set free for the ages
And as the Universe keeps growing
You will expand your own horizons
Feel like a Galaxy that is being perfected
Whilst your Soul becomes sublime and shines
And you will become Incandescent
As you show the Universe your Sparkles
For you are an eternal Soul that's blessed
With your beautiful Gifts that harken
© Michelle Morris, 2025
Gifts arrive with yuletide
Lights wrap warmth in winter
Snow softens every corner
Trees cradle patient parcels
Candles hold quiet prayers
Gifts speak love without words
Sharing becomes celebration
Hearts rise through giving
All gifts echo grace
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