Showing posts with label Religion and Spirituality. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Religion and Spirituality. Show all posts

Friday, December 27, 2013

Guest Blog: Christmas Gifting by Christine Cassello

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At last, a piece of poetry with a focus on the Christ of Christmas.
Christine Cassello’s poem reminds us why we celebrate. We need to celebrate the Christ-He is God's greatest gift to the world.


Shepherds wondered the reason why
Angelic beings lit up the sky.
One told them of a newborn boy,
Who would bring all people joy.
They received specific detail,
So they would know the little male.

The stars had never shown as bright,
As they did that Christmas night.
One star shown with great precision.
Magi understood that vision.
Across the desert, these men came,
Bringing gifts to show their acclaim.

We give gifts to one another,
Friend and neighbor, sister, brother.
What you do for the least of these,
You do  for me,. Jesus sees.
So give your gifts in Jesus' name.
Not for glory, nor for fame. 


Author's Bio
I turned 67 years old on February 14. I've been single and childless all of my life but have "mothered" many pets. Having grown up as a Christian, I did not have a difficult life and lived with my parents until they died. Now, I am working on my childhood passion and hope to make a reputation for myself as a children's book author.
I have an Ebook out, THE HUNTER AND THE DEER, original fairy tale and story poems for children and adults. My first publication was a short story in Knowonder Magazine in 2000 and a fairy tale poem in Bumples  (online only).



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Friday, December 23, 2011

Card #6: Wild Card ft. Joe

Joe

Do you remember me?
I sat upon your knees,
I wrote to you with childhood fantasies.
                             Joe,
                             Grown Up Christmas List

Childhood is like music heard in a dream;
Curtailed air played upon a single-reed woodwind.
But the Daylight chucks
The night perfumes of childhood
Like lawn furniture after a windstorm.

Here I stand, looking out on Memory.
He trundles in, old Reality in his wake and in full bloom.
Like nosy senile neighbors I wish would die soon
‘Cause nothing’s as tragicomic as a Christmas morning
You wake up to, to find you ain't the kid you used to be.

No more Christmas eve performance before a congregation;
Too big for the knees of Santa Claus.
Ha! Ha! What Santa Claus?
Your mental repertoire’s been rearranged by adult education.

This Christmas, if I could have one wish;
One moment to lust wistfully,
I’d ask one minute in the sneakers of the child I used to be.


Eneh


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Friday, November 26, 2010

Gift of a Man


            Mysterious as the milky waters
            Trapped in the husk of a coconut fruit,
            The gift of a man alters
            The course of destiny.
           
            And not just his but an entire race’,
            Redefining, reshaping and redirecting its strictest rule;
Willing it to switch its destructive run
Wielding the simple tool of genius.

We can only imagine
The propensities created when a man thinks;
When what is mortal gives in to immortality.
Shallow deep screaming for baseless deep
As the human faculty is granted reprieve
To roam the hallowed recess of the inner mystery.

Sacred portals tossed;
Treasures in darkness dragged across the threshold;
And not by giants who sleep ‘n repose.

The eyes of discovery-
The very hands of ingenuity
Seeks, privately but intently
For the solitary mind that thinks still.

Akpan



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