From our house to yours, may you have a very Merry Christmas Season!
When you feel harried, stop and take a deep breath. Look around you to see the beauty of the season: Houses lit up to delight the eye, a taste of delightful foods prepared with joy, and have a wonderment of life.
Too often, we get caught up in the to-do lists, doing for others to the point of exhaustion, looking for that perfect gift for everybody on your gift list, even going so far as to get deeper in debt (which causes more stress).
Remember yourself and how much energy you have to spend each day. Know when to stop and take five minutes just for you, or perhaps longer.
Life itself is so precious. Appreciate the people in your life. Share a smile to lift the spirit of those you see. It can do wonders. Even if the smile is not returned, it may add a kind thought to their mind. But usually even strangers will smile back. Of course, with masks on, you have to look in the eyes to see the smile there.
Try to think about a Happier New Year. Positive thoughts go a long way to heal your heart and mind.
Again, warmest wishes for a Merry Christmas, filled to the brim with all good things and great memories. Have a fabulous New Year, with wonderful feelings of hope and the joy of being alive.
Today is a time of reaffirmation,
not of who I am,
but who He is.
Yesterday is but a test trail of my memory.
Tomorrow is but a test of my hope and faith.
For in the twilight of life’s final performance,
the stage curtain very slowly begins to close.
And so it is.
This poem is from Autumn Leaves:
Bright lights, music shattering to the ears,
Slick talk, designer dress, disco crowd,
Meaningless talk among peers,
Different life style for the young-at-heart.
Four-star restaurant, soft music, silver service,
Opulence to the tenth degree,
Works of art, big mansions, fine cars,
Wealth and life style for all to see.
Eyes downcast, ragged clothes, empty stomach,
No place for a weary head.
Cold streets, lonely hours, empty future,
Lost dreams, no roots, another day of dread.
Life styles of street people and drifters–
Whose dreams and hopes are dead.
Every day, same old thing,
Week in, week out, same routine.
Strength of hand, sweat of brow,
Make the payments on the bills somehow.
Year in, year out, rain or snow–
Life style of the workers who make the country go.
This poem is from Autumn Leaves:
Layers of veils
Drawn over the mind,
Shut out light of knowledge,
Shielding hope from mankind.
The first one blots out charity,
It’s called the veil of “Greed.”
The second is called “Suspicion,”
And curtails doing good deeds.
The third one is “Jealousy and Envy,”
Stops our hearts from being kind.
The fourth is “Indifference and Falsehood,”
Makes people follow along blind.
The fifth is the darkest–
It’s simply known as “Hate,”
Yet the shining light
Of Love can penetrate.
Regardless of how tightly
These veils are drawn,
They can be opened by Knowledge
As night surrenders to dawn.
Ever so slowly now,
The veils begin to part.
Understanding rushes in, beginning to win,
Over the mind and into the heart.
At last they’re completely open,
Not able to stand Love’s bright decree.
The harsh light of Truth assisted,
And together they set you free.
This poem is in Autumn Leaves:
There! Do you see it? Is it still there?
A bright ray of light that splits the dark clouds of despair…
A ray of light brightly shining forth
Through the dark gloom of ignorance…
A ray of light bravely illuminating
And piercing the haze of hunger.
What is this light made of?
Where does it come from?
This bright brave light is composed of
Invisible substances called love,
Hope, dreams, tolerance and freedom.
It emanated from a piece of earth called America,
Conducted by a God-fearing people
Who left the darkness and live in the light.
This bright light cannot be extinguished
Because, once seen or heard of,
Shines into the hearts and minds of the tired,
Hungry and opposed people of the world.
Do you see it? Yes! Yes!
Thank God, it’s still there!