Pondering...

I know it's my first winter in the South and all, but 74 degrees on December 16th, really?!

'Twas the Write Before Christmas: Day Seven

Day Seven Prompt:

“The darkness of the whole world cannot swallow the glowing of a candle.” – Robert Altinger


Photo credit: Phil Dowsing




Lost and alone
Doubt and guilt clouding every decision
Energy lacking
Depression
Darkness
So much darkness
Darkness in my head
My heart
Sadness looming
Hopeless
Scared
A prayer
A flicker of light
A flicker of hope
Searching for joy
Hearing the laughter
Smiling again
Laughing
Loving
A flicker of Light

'Twas the Write Before Christmas: Day Three

Today's Prompt:


"The Bells"

That's the line that spoke to me, so just bear with me.

I watched The Polar Express with B this evening and found myself longing to hear the bell.

I don't know when I stopped believing Santa was real. My parents told us he'd stop bringing us presents if we stopped believing, so I don't remember ever telling them I knew the truth.

Or do I?

I've spent the past few years trying to teach B that Christmas isn't about presents but about the birth of Christ. I haven't put much emphasis on the chubby fellow in a red suit.

But this year, this year is different. I don't know why {and I'm not about to bore you with possibilities} but this year, I find myself wanting to believe Santa is real.

B came right out and asked if he was real. Not wanting to lie to her, I simply asked what she believed, she was happy with that.

Why can't Christmas be about the birth of our Savior and a jolly fat man? After all, the Christmas tree and Saint Nick both have Christian roots.

So I will spend the next few weeks praying for guidance and pondering Santa. I will be moved to tears by Christmas music, both secular and non. And I will be trying to hear the bells.

'Twas the Write Before Chirstmas: Day Two

Bigger Picture Blogs has gone and done it, again.

They've got me writing.

How I love being a member of such a wonderful community!

They've started 'Twas the Write Before Christmas, a daily prompt to help allow some time for you, me. Something I definitely need!

I'm a day behind, but that's okay.



“Underneath the mistletoe last night…”

Stolen glances from across the room
Eyes meeting intentionally

Slowly moving in each other’s direction
Each step leading to uncertainty

Standing face to face
Cheeks flushing, hearts racing

The crowd melting away
Only two stand

Eyes locked
Two hearts bounding in time with each other

Is he going to kiss me

Should I kiss her

Lips meet
Time stands still
Warmth replaces butterflies

The Sunday Creative: Frozen

Coldness descends

Chilling the heart

A bitter tongue

Anger

Betrayal

Happiness defiled

Joy waning

A world devoid of spirit

Hope vanished

Words lost in a jumbled mind

Searching for the Light

Misdirection and avoidance

the devils game

Descriptions vanished

Creativity stifled

Frozen in time

*****

My apologies for being away so long. Contrary to my poetry, life has been good, busy, but quite joyful. My girls have been keeping me busy and we've been enjoying this Advent season. We've been preparing for His coming in some of the more conventional ways {B got to tell Santa, today, that she wanted a pillow pet} and the less conventional ways {evening family prayer time and scripture reading}, it has truly been filling my soul.

I understand what it means, my cup runneth over.

I also wanted to say thank you to my sister by birth, Jenni, and my sister in Christ, Hyacynth. You both said {wrote} just what I needed to hear {read} and get me back to writing. I love you both dearly.