The Star at the Top of the Tree

potentilla frost

 

O Morning Star,

You who fell from heaven

to take on flu and scars and walk

within weather and time and disappointment,

illuminate this frigid Dark that consumes my blighted soul,

that I might be released into my Destiny, to relay Your reflection as

moon to your sun, declaring brilliance in my lineage, decorating Your tree.

 

 

 

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Collecting Data

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Senses collect the data,

process and sort,

 conclude that Christmas is coming.

But senses can be sidetracked,

deceived,

led down a snowy garden path.

Heart and mind collect Promises,

data for the spirit,

process and sort,

conclude that Spring

is but a breath away.

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For a devotional on this topic, visit Growing With God in my Garden

It Could Have Been an Angel

frost overhead

It could have been an angel,

whose ¬†rustle I just heard –

it could have been the breath of God

advancing Living Word;

it could have been a baby’s cry

with virgin-breath its kin;

it could have been my heart’s rebirth,

as Saviour entered inn.

Morning Delivers

morning chirp

Morning delivers her first-born sun,

wrapped in swaddling cloud;

shepherd-hills covered with fleeces spun

of sugar before manger are bowed.

Birds upon wings of angel-dew

sing glories to all who will hear;

those who are wise will do well to pursue

as blessings of Christmas appear.