Monday, December 21, 2015


At a store I saw a man, 
Baggy pants and frumpy shirt,
He looked as one not respected,
His hair looked full of dirt. 

One that people stay away from,
Or look upon with critical disdain. 
His shoes had tears,
His construction vest, a stain. 

People bustled about, 
Finding Christmas gifts and such.
Music played overhead
Toys displayed for way too much. 

Oblivious to those around him,
He examined each baby on the stand
Choosing one with rosy cheeks,
He turned it in his hand. 

A tired smile filled his eyes,
The store faded away, 
His little princess pale,
Stretches out her arms and cries.

From her little hospital bed,
Her eyes sparkle, 
And her cheeks flush red
As she clasps the baby to her heart.

Then ignoring her father's grime,
She tilts her little bald head,
Demanding a kiss upon her cheek.  
With gentle smile, he obliges. 

Her sparkling eyes,
And cheerful smile,
So like her angel mother,
His one and only chil' 

He wrapped her in his arms 
Begging for her healing,
and that The Lord would keep her,
safe from every fear & all alarms. 

So quickly do we judge,
The man whose heart we cannot see,
May we learn to see as Christ,
Who sees a person loved and free. 

Sunday, December 13, 2015

The Maiden

She slips away from chaos and noise,
praying none will follow.
Quietly opens the heavy door,
and lights a candle of tallow.
Through the courtyard she glides,
Cobblestones softly kissing her feet;
stopping but once, to admire a lilac,
fragrant blossoms with her nose did greet.
Enters a room with ceiling high;
a piano sits by the window,
a sliver of moonlight graces its seat
and dust its shadowy top.
A gentle hand caresses the piano,
lays her blossoms on the window sill
placing her fingers on the ivory keys,
the room with music did fill.
The lilacs opened their sleeping eyes,
the moon felt tired,
the sun awake,
its duty could more bravely take.
The birds nestled with their young,
awoke and lifted their heads to sing.
The flowers opened to hear the song yet unsung.
The sun poked out his head to see.
The sick felt reprieve from pain,
the prisoner felt his soul set free,
the tax collector yearned less for gain,
the woodsmen admired the beauty of the tree.
The fair young maiden played on,
the rising sun shone on her face,
with joy she summoned the dawn
as her fingers danced with grace.
Whence the music came,
from deep within,
no other music was the same,
'Twas guided by something greater than she.
She arose regretfully,
brushing off the dust affectionately
she gave a sigh and turned to leave,
she saw a man at the door.
"Pray tell, how long hast thou stayed?"
She queried, a blush upon her face.
"From the very first note thy dainty fingers played."
Her lover then responded.
"The music I gave to thee,
has been daily my delight,
thou hast played thy piano well.
In my kingdom, an instrument of gold awaits thee.
I'll be by thy side,
we will wake the dawn together,
thou shall always see me with thee.
I'll never leave you ever."
The maiden's eyes with tears did fill,
"My Lord I'll come-
oh heart be still."
He smiled gently.
Then with a voice that demons shrink from,
the same voice that bids the children come,
her lover looked her in the eye,
and soft and sweet gave his reply.
"My child, I knew thou wouldst,
this cold room, though full of beauty,
was simply preparing thee,
for the glory of my kingdom."
Taking the maiden's slender hand,
he led her to the door,
she looked not back,
she felt as though her feet barely touched the floor.
Then suddenly she stopped,
holding her lover's hand to her lips
she felt a tear slide down her cheek,
she kissed the nail scarred hand.
Her lover smiled and wiped away her tears.
"My love for thee is still as great
as the day I bore thy sin away;
the day I gave to thee my music."
With joy inexpressible,
she let her lover carry her away.
To his kingdom for her designed,
His music with rejoicing to play.
Upon the wind at times may hear,
the silvery tune, doth bless the ear
by angels sung forevermore,
of the maiden and her lover.