gift from above

Hidden away from view,

Quietly you grow.

So intricately made,

Before you even show.

What wonderful designs,

Your Father has in mind.

The size of just a lime,

You are one of a kind.

Sweet baby know your loved,

In heaven and on earth,

We’re counting down the days,

To meet you at your birth.

in the wind.

Your in the wind,

the flame, the light.

Holy Spirit,

Our souls ignite.

Set us ablaze,

With your own love,

Decend on us,

O Holy Dove.

More than ever,

We choose anew.

In these dark times,

To trust in you.

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will we?

Will we come to the sacred Cross,

And kneel at Mary’s side?

To contemplate this gruesome loss,

Our Savior who has died.

In silence do we bear the pain,

Submit to greater love?

To know the Lamb who has been slain,

Was sent from heavn’ above.

With eyes like Mary, let us see,

That light and hope remain.

His body hung upon the tree,

Will come to life again.

Adapted from original post on December 2, 2016

past the facade

It’s wise not to judge,

What we see from another,

Their faults and their flaws,

Perhaps merely a cover.

Of crosses they bear,

Heavy burdens that they hold,

Things they can’t control,

Many stories left untold.

May our hearts grow soft,

As we look at each other,

Showing tenderness,

In the lives of our brother.

monochrome photo of city during daytime

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