Thursday, December 26, 2013

After-Christmas Thursday Thoughts





The packages are gone beneath the tree
Their paper torn, the o-o-o-h’s and a-a-a-h’s depart
But hope, love, joy; these precious gifts are free
If we carry True Christmas in the heart

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Tuck to the heart those tender things
Of Christmas joy and peace
But sad regret and broken strings
Lift Up and then release

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Calendar Christmas is just one day
But True Christmas never fades away

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We cannot keep moments, they slip
And drip like snow from trees
But in the cradle of the heart
We keep their memories

Therefore we ought to tend with care
Each tick that time imparts
So we may ever gladly bear
Its treasure in our hearts

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Silent night, holy night
Half-moon lounging on blue deep
All across earth’s black and white
Many tired children sleep

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Sing a song of gladness,
Sing a song of joy
Christmas-best is worship
Of wee girl and boy
(Inspired by the wee, little girl who sang her heart out on the pew behind me at the Christmas Eve service; so, so precious)

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I love the lights, the songs, the laughter
Of the Christmas celebration
But now it is the first ‘day after’
How I miss Anticipation

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Darling, another year is spent
It’s wisp of waning thread
Is dangling on time’s needle, bent
With next year’s hope and dread
But one thing is not more or less
Or past or future, God’s goodness! Hallelujah!

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Trial and Error, grievous twain
Of wisdom’s testing, vexing pain
They’ve taught us through another year
We lift a cup of cheer, hear, hear,
… ‘until we meet again’

© Janet Martin

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