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Few years back I use to make Paintings
Mostly of landscapes
And sometimes, abstracts or portraits
The oil paintings which I use to make were such,
That anyone would have
Found them to possess and love
It was a season of Christmas and I was
Strolling, when I saw two beautiful poetry books
One on the season of Autumn and other on Christmas
It had a bunch of adorable world of poetry
So beautiful and so lovely
Printed with beautiful photos and scenes
The photo of Jesus was so enchanting
With His loving eyes spreading
The message of peace, love and humanity
One day when I was trying to draw a sketch
My brush started making on its own
A beautiful picture of Jesus
One evening, when that portrait of Jesus
Was almost complete
A Christian friend of mine saw that picture fine
He was overwhelmed with joy and love
And hugged me as if I was someone very fine
He asked me? If I can gift that portrait to a Church divine
I had felt a joy in making that beautiful portrait
But giving it for a place of shrine
Was the most wonderful feeling, one can cherish in his life time
He asked me to come with that portrait of Jesus Christ
And give that gift to his Church on Christmas Day
In the Church, where he was going to prey
I can never forget that Christmas day
While seeing that lovely portrait of Jesus
The priest blessed me with love, while tears in his eyes
I am not a Christian, but still I love Jesus
For all the kindness and love he gave to humanity
And pain and sufferings He faced for us
I still keep those two most beautiful poetry books
Like a precious treasure
And can never forget those lovely moments of sketching Jesus Christ.
Ravindra
Kanpur 29th Nov. 2009
Entered for Raul Moreno’s contest "The Deposition"
Note 1: This poem is based on my own true happenings. I am still
Keeping those poetry books published and printed in US around
1960’s and purchased by me second hand from a Magazine shop
Around 1965 as my most valuable treasure. But since a long
I am have not made any Paintings.
Note 2: Incidentally I have traced that Portrait now shining in the
care of my senior friend Mr. J F Patteson & brilliantly
preserved by him till now.
Old man Carter lived all alone, quietly nestled in his quaint little home.
Arthritis kept him crippled, writhing in excruciating pain, his wife long
since departed, leaving him nothing more to gain. His children made
arrangements, to place him in a nursing home. They lacked the
compassion to inform him face to face, knowing he would surely die in
this unfamiliar place. He lost his will to live, life had tragically passed
him by, without his long lost Eleanor, his only hopes were to die. There
he sat in his recliner, a rigid shell of an old man, quietly he uttered to the
Lord,..."Father, forgive me", as he clasped a revolver in his frail, arthritic
hand. Suddenly, an image appeared before him, it was clad in solid white.
Old man Carter could hardly open his eyes, for the radiance was unbearably
bright. Soon, the light diminished, the image's skin was fair. The old man's
eyes began to focus as he observed a figure with long, coarse
hair. The image's eyes were gentle, bearing scars above the brow. Open
wounds the width of nails pierced both its delicate hands. Then, in a soft-
spoken voice it said,..."No more shall ye suffer, old man". "Set aside thy
weapon", the image went on to say,..."You're going home to Eleanor,
upon this Christmas Day". The old man passed on to heaven, he was
discovered the very next day. "Such a tormented soul was he!" That's what
the neighbors would say. It was there on a table beside him, a scribbled
poem which sadly read,...
"Christmas is the day I wed,
The true love of my life;
Christmas is the day I've chosen,
To join my beloved wife
Jesus arrived to take me,
The hour's a quarter past four;
Suicide's never an option,
I'm with Jesus and my sweet Eleanor"...
Goodbye
It was Christmas Eve and growing late;
This was the last of his paid Santa dates.
Still dressed in his red Santa gear,
He stepped inside to have a beer.
One pint soon turned into two,
Then half a dozen before the hour was through.
Nobody was waiting at home for him,
So he chased the beer with three shots of gin.
He stumbled outside the neighborhood bar;
His one bedroom apartment was not too far.
He started walking on unstable feet,
When a father and a young daughter he happened to meet.
“I wonder, Santa, if you can help us out;
My little Sarah is starting to have some doubt.
She told me tonight in her hospital bed,
That she thinks Christmas and Santa both are dead.”
“I snuck her out of her hospital room;
We were really lucky to find you so soon.
Could you please give her just one good reason
To still believe in the holiday season?”
He took a deep breadth of the cold winter air;
Even drunk he could feel the father’s despair.
He simply put his finger to the side of his nose
And let out three hardy, “Ho, ho, ho’s”.
“If you’re the real Santa,” she challenged him,
“Then what is my Christmas wish?”
“If he’s the real Santa,” she said to her Dad,
“He could give me my Christmas gift.”
Charlie looked at the father for a clue
He shrugged, not knowing what to say,
Somehow in an instant Charlie knew
And he answered Sarah in this way:
“You didn’t wish for toys or other things,
The way other kids do when they come to my place.
You just want your father to look at you
Without a sad look upon his face.”
She turned to her father and said through tears,
“I’m sorry Dad, I didn’t mean to make you sad.
But you really did find me Santa Claus,
This is the best Christmas I ever had.”
Charlie turned to the father and softly said,
“Now, I think it’s time you take her back.
Either way, things are going to be okay,
You need to accept that as a matter of fact.”
Charlie was left standing all alone,
As snowflakes started to fall.
In his loudest voice he shouted out,
“Merry Christmas and Good-night to all.”
She sits by the fire 'til the flames go out
All alone in her rocking chair
Another Christmas Eve has come and gone
But no one seems to care
Her children, now grown with kids of their own
But they just don't visit anymore
Her husband passed away ten years ago
She couldn't know what life had in store
She tucks the blanket underneath her chin
As she rocks the night away
She closes her eyes and begins to dream
As the night turns into day
Awakened by a knock on her window pane
A little boy stands in the snow
She opens the door and invites him in
For he had no place to go
She sits him in her chair by the fireplace
To warm his frost-bitten feet
She goes to the kitchen to get some food
To offer him something to eat
The little boy smiles and says, "Thank you, Mam"
As he hands her an empty bowl
It warmed her heart to see him smile
And touched her very soul
They talked for what seemed like hours
'Til the little boy fell asleep
He stayed all night 'til the morning came
For the snow was just too deep
When the woman awoke the very next day
Where he went, she just didn't know
For he was gone before the sun came up
But there were'nt any tracks in the snow
The very next night she closed her eyes
And left this world behind
That's when Jesus took her by the hand
And said, "Thank You for being so kind"
"For I was the boy who had no shoes,
And you sit Me down by the fire,
You fed Me when I hungered so,
A gift I truly admire"
"I was a stranger on Christmas morning
With no place to lay my head,
You opened up your heart to Me,
And offered Me your bed"
"So Thank You for this Christmas present,
And Merry Christmas too,
Enter in My child well done,
For here's My gift to you"
Getting into the Christmas spirit,
by examining my introspection
and making new plans for the future;
and sparking up your imagination...
could anyone imagine me dressed
as Santa Claus, who never has the minimal time
to watch a log consumed by a crackling fire?
Think again, I could be that Saint Nicholas so bold!
Prejudice is not a part of this Christmas Season,
all kinds of people, of different ages and races,
celebrate it; and it may vary from country to country
with traditions as far as Saturnalia or Yuletide...
that was a time when pagans started this festivity,
and with the birth of Jesus, the Christians
adopted these traditions as their own...
so should we object and put them aside?
Getting into the Christmas spirit,
unpacking decorations for my new Christmas Tree,
from boxes that waited too long for this day of joy;
and even my toddler, Jack, comes downstairs tripping,
handing me Grandma's favorite star, which
she had hidden away into a treasure chest so jealously,
to place on the top of this forest-scented pine tree...
when we all gather and sing," Silent Night."
Getting into the Christmas spirit,
adding, not taking away names from my long list;
and even though these are tough economic times,
I plan to be generous to all without feeling the pinch!
Give the very best of your intentions,
either in gift or in warmest embrace;
give and be content to catch that infant's smile in the distance;
the tender smile of the Holiest Child, who will give of Himself!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
A SPECIAL CHRISTMAS ROSE FOR YOU
I FOUND A SPECIAL CHRISTMAS ROSE
WITH A BEAUTY VERY RARE,
IT REMINDED ME OF A PRECIOUS FRIEND
WHO I LEARNED TO LOVE SO DEAR.
JUST LIKE THE ROSE I SEE IN YOU
AN ANGEL FROM GODS LOVE
WITH SUCH AN INNER BEAUTY
THAT COULD ONLY COME FROM ABOVE.
YOUR CARING WAYS JUST AMAZE ME
WHEN I THINK OF YOU EACH DAY,
AND IT BRINGS ME BACK TO THIS ROSE
THAT GOES OUT TO YOU TODAY
THIS ROSE IS SPECIAL AND SO UNIQUE
JUST LIKE THE ANGEL YOU ARE.
YOU MAY NOT EVEN NOTICE IT
THAT YOU SHINE JUST LIKE A STAR.
THE THING I LIKE ABOUT YOU MOST
IS THE THINGS I SEE INSIDE,
AND HOW MUCH YOU LOVE MY JESUS
AND WILLING TO BE A GUIDE.
LOVE IS FOUND IN MANY THINGS
AND LOVE CAN NEVER GO WRONG
BECAUSE IT COMES FROM JESUS
WITH AN EVERLASTING SONG
THIS SPECIAL CHRISTMAS ROSE I GIVE
AS A PROMISE TO LET YOU KNOW.
YOU ARE SO VERY SPECIAL TO ME
AND I WILL NEVER LET YOU GO.
Form:
The vacant room dark and dim, though holiday dressed no joy within.
Haunted by black, the ribbons and bows perch as sullen, neglected shadows.
In the corner, the tree oh so grim, no hope or purpose reflected therein.
The mantel and hearth, quiet and cold, no warm comfort as in times old.
Will darkness swallow this fit lair and quiet drown joyful sounds in the air?
That this should be, tis’ shame to say, for it is Christmas..Jesus birthday.
But wait! What noise now I here? As the seasons carols fall on my ear.
Suddenly, a troop throngs the door singing and laughing, excitement galore!
And now a flicker, a candle, a light! Christmas victory defeats the night!
The now crowded room bright and clear is holiday dressed, Joy is here!
Alive with vibrancy, each ribbon and bow compliment the holiday glow.
Christmas tree corner? Anything but grim, bursting hope and purpose again.
Tongues of flame lick the firebox wall, sharing light and warmth with all
And so, to vacant hearts dim and dark, open your door to the Christmas spark!
My mind oft digresses to a passed time and day
And in thought I see a manger so far, far away.
I visualize the first Christmas gift swaddled and fair
No fancy gift-wrapping and few that would care.
Millenniums are now spent and yet silently I pause
Remembering this event, predating Santa Claus;
I contemplate at length, why so few seem to care
Demonstrating not angst for their soul and it's fare.
Being overly preoccupied in the spirit of the season
Oft captures my thoughts, from Jesus, the reason.
At times I'm Immersed with seasonal things to do
But to this gift of Christmas I will never bid adieu.
So with Christmas upon us let the message thus be
About a child named Jesus, whose mission was Calvary.
Give the gift that keeps giving, one born in a stable
For He did for mankind that which no other was able.
Happy Birthday Jesus!
Merry Christmas Everyone
&
Jesus Loves You
I believe in the gift of Christmas
That special time of the year,
When the gift of love is shared
With everyone far and near.
The priceless gift of Christmas
Can’t be bought in any store,
You can’t purchase it online
Or have it delivered to your door.
The gift of Christmas arrives
Without pretty paper and bows,
But wrapped instead with peace
That magically twinkles and glows.
The gift of Christmas remains
A treasure from the past,
The tradition of giving
A memory to last.
It’s the special gift of Christmas
That touches each and every heart,
And inspires them to believe
That life is God’s greatest work of art.
I believe in the gift of Christmas
That exists only in our hearts,
And fills our spirit with peace
In the place where Christmas starts.
Our Savior was born
in a manger Christmas day
son of Mary and Joseph
child of Bethlehem
under the star of David
that led three wise men to him
Bringing with them gifts
from one was the gift of gold
second gift was of incense
third gift was of myrrh
shepherds came in from the field
to worship the new born king
Almost Christmas day
let us celebrate our king
let us remember his life
remember his words
remember his sacrifice
let us bow our heads and pray
Our Lord Jesus Christ
we love you with all our hearts
we celebrate in your birth
we praise your Glory
we worship you Lord Jesus
in us you live forever
Amen