Sunday, December 25, 2011

Merry Christmas ~ Poetry Sunday

The Mystery 
Within the snow capped dome I see
the mirror image looking back at me
Ice propels one to bliss
the wash of love I dare not miss.

The pine it lingers in my soul
fragments left to control
the gifts are but a vivid illusion
of  life that struggles with confusion.

Christmas carries an air of mystery
as does the spirit throughout history.
Propels the thoughts of one who sleeps
into a place where cynicism weeps.

Allow the truth to never hide
Christmas day I will confide.
Hold out the hand of all you ration
within your heart the stem of compassion.

A Winter Scene
The morning breathes a sigh of relief
a new dawn has broken through.
The snow it whispers from the sky
the blush of a fresh days hue.

Trees are barren as they sleep
each limb has clinging cotton
crisp cold air wafts throughout
squirrels are all but forgotten.

The crunching noise it lingers
as deer and elk creep by.
Silence holds this winter day
as snow falls from on high.

The air is full of Christmas
a holy day abounds.
Bells and holly carry on
the wondrous seasons sounds.

Mystery here is clinging
as angels sing a song,
coming is a new born babe
leading men along.

Awaken all you nations
hear the words I plea,
God has sent a part of Him
for sins of you and me.

Generations have come and gone
but everything’s the same.
The Holy night is cherished
as the very day He came!

(c) Joni Zipp


benning said...

"Awaken all you nations
hear the words I plea,
God has sent a part of Him
for sins of you and me."

Yes! :)

Good Morning! :D

joni said...

Good Morning,yesterday and today!

benning said...

:D And a New Year comes closer! *Hug!*