Friday, December 30, 2011
Wishing All of You...
For last year's words belong to last year's language and next year's words await another voice. And to make an end is to make a beginning.
TS Eliot
Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow.
Albert Einstein
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
December Lament
It's the funeral march to the end of the year,
just a number, just a month, with joy to the world
and a slithering trail of regrets gaining on me
like a holiday rattlesnake about to strike, sending poison
to the veiny, icy backs of my hands. Visions relentlessly
knock at the frosted windowpane of my mind
not of fairies and plums, but that first wet snowflake
on the windshield, that sudden chord of a song,
a broken ornament, children who are no longer children,
what the year was not, and someone who is not here.
Silent snow falls on my winter sorrows, until I look up
from my lament and see God in your eyes.
just a number, just a month, with joy to the world
and a slithering trail of regrets gaining on me
like a holiday rattlesnake about to strike, sending poison
to the veiny, icy backs of my hands. Visions relentlessly
knock at the frosted windowpane of my mind
not of fairies and plums, but that first wet snowflake
on the windshield, that sudden chord of a song,
a broken ornament, children who are no longer children,
what the year was not, and someone who is not here.
Silent snow falls on my winter sorrows, until I look up
from my lament and see God in your eyes.
Friday, December 23, 2011
Sunday, December 18, 2011
There is Faint Music
There is faint music in the night
and pale wings fanned by silver flight.
A frosty hill with tender glow
of countless stars that shine on snow.
A shelter from the winter storm,
a straw-lined manger safe and warm,
and Mary singing lullabies
to hush her baby's sleepy sighs.
Her eyes are fixed upon his face,
unheeded here is time and space.
Her heart is filled with blinding joy
for God's own son, her baby boy.
Nancy Buckley
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Saturday, December 10, 2011
Happy Holidays v. Merry Christmas - COEXIST
Coexist with all holidays.
As a Christian I do not understand why some people of my faith insist that everyone wish them a Merry Christmas. I really don't get it. As a Christian, or just as a sensitive human being, surely we realize that everyone in the world doesn't celebrate Christmas - whether we want them to or not. The Bible is full of directives to love everyone, and in loving others we respect them. It matters not whether we agree with them.
Romans 14 says "One man considers one day more sacred than another; another man considers every day alike. Each one should be fully convinced in his own mind."
It also says " The man who eats everything must not look down on the man who does not, and the man who does not eat everything must not condemn. Who are you to judge someone else's servant?"
To me that says it all. We are to respect other people's choices and not judge. "Christians" who insist that everyone acknowledge only their chosen holiday are being disrespectful, insensitive and offensive themselves. It is not, in fact, everyone's holiday! Live in the real world.
If someone says Happy Holidays to you - is your faith so small that it somehow would change your beliefs or your celebration of them? Of course not. So why force your beliefs on others. God gave all of his creations free will - and that goes for everyone, not just Christians.
I follow a group called "Christians Tired of Being Misrepresented" on Facebook and that is how I feel almost everyday.
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Stalking
The blue heron has been at the edge
of the pond all morning, stalking fish
with surreal patience, with the stillness
of a lawn ornament or my unmoving
body lying next to yours at night.
He makes no sound, just like us.
The fish does not know that the heron
is there, even though surely it could look up
and see what is so close.
The heron crouches low, just as I am
sometimes, as we are,
half of what could be.
Then the great bird sees what it wants,
its mouth plunges into the water and pulls
out the prize that will sustain its life.
The fish does not fight the inevitable.
The heron stands proudly upright to savor
the moment before swallowing the fish whole.
of the pond all morning, stalking fish
with surreal patience, with the stillness
of a lawn ornament or my unmoving
body lying next to yours at night.
He makes no sound, just like us.
The fish does not know that the heron
is there, even though surely it could look up
and see what is so close.
The heron crouches low, just as I am
sometimes, as we are,
half of what could be.
Then the great bird sees what it wants,
its mouth plunges into the water and pulls
out the prize that will sustain its life.
The fish does not fight the inevitable.
The heron stands proudly upright to savor
the moment before swallowing the fish whole.
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Family and Gay Americans
Please click on the link to see something beautiful.
Two Lesbians Raised A Baby And This Is What They Got
Two Lesbians Raised A Baby And This Is What They Got
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