The leafy boughs (what few are left)
Are swaying to and fro.
The barren branches struggle, too,
And sense the coming snow.
The wind is whipping through the rose
And blowing 'round the corner.
At times the wail assails the ear
Just like a hired mourner.
It seems to mourn the low'ring sun,
But secretly is brave.
For while the master's bound a while,
It liberates the slave.
December 8, 2006
In Oregon, when storms approach
Our western coast to reign
With winds as strong as others fear,
We use no special name.
The same storm on the eastern shore
We call a hurricane;
While 'cross the sea 'round old Japan,
A typhoon is its name.
It seems a shame we have no name
For cyclones such as these.
Perhaps some day we'll get around
To labeling such a breeze
For only recently we named
The wind out of the east,
The Coho wind that through the gorge
Behaves like such a beast.
The eskimos, I've heard, for snow
Have many words to say.
But we just call a storm, a storm;
It seems the easiest way.
It may be that we're just too proud,
Or maybe lazy-bound,
Or think that if we pay no heed
They'll cease to come around.
December 14, 2006
The Prowling Wind
The wind prowls like a hunting beast,
Without the boon of sight;
He blunders through the valleys,
And howls throughout the night.
He culls the weak and wounded,
The lives stretched out too thin,
And doesn't heed the wreckage left
Behind him in the din.
And when it seems he should be done,
He restlessly moves on.
He has no belly to be brimmed;
His hunger's never gone.
December 14, 2006
A Different Christmas
Here it is, a week to go;
My Christmas almost here.
I won't be going home this time,
(The home I left for here).
I'll have family of a sort,
We'll still have a good time,
A smaller crowd than I'm used to,
No little kids this time.
I'll miss the faces I have known
But get to know the new.
There's love here, too, and I am sure
This Christmas won't be blue.
The One for whom the day is named
Will lend His spirit 'round.
By everybody everywhere
May joy and peace be found.
December 18, 2006
The Flavors of Christmas
Carolers out in the street,
The scent of needles on the tree,
Pumpkin pies set out to cool,
Sounds of children out of school,
Candy canes and Mistletoe,
Merry greetings in the snow,
Wrapping paper, colored bows,
Tape and scissors, Ho,Ho,Ho's,
Manger scenes and jingle bells,
Make the heart with gladness swell.
All these things and many more
Remind us what the season's for:
To share the love of God toward men
Until we live with Him again.
December 18, 2006
Do I hear faintly jingle bells?
Or hoofbeats on the roof?
Could it be really Santa Claus?
Or do I want more proof?
I think I may be half convinced
That Santa is not real,
At least the way we think of things
Like rocks and trees are real,
But still, I think it would be bad
To be without the man,
To not have him at Christmas time
Seems like an awful plan.
He makes a great example, too,
Of giving from the heart,
Not requiring recognition
For efforts on his part.
I know that merchants use his name
To profit large each year,
But Santa's services are free
From that we need not fear.
And so, if he is "real" or not,
Means not a bit to me.
I think that Santa does a lot,
As does the Christmas tree,
To make the Winter season bright
While daylight hours are wee.
December 24, 2006
"What is man, that thou shouldest magnify him?
and that thou shouldest set thine heart upon him?
And that thou shouldest visit him every morning,
and try him every moment?" Job 7:17,18
One moment of time
Is all that we have
In spite of our calendars.
One moment, not two,
Not a day, nor a week;
For those we wear blinders.
But plans can be useful,
As far as they go,
To organize what we may do
For day to day things,
To sustain life and home,
That we all find we need to get through.
This moment so precious
Is all, but enough,
To set our dear soul's direction,
To work on our faith,
True repentance and prayer,
And exercise moral reflection.
True, God gives us time
To do what we must,
And more than the least that we need.
But our time will run out
If we don't use it right
By living our faith in our deeds.
December 31, 2006