(im)mortality

“When the perishable has been clothed with the imperishable, and the mortal with immortality, then the saying that is written will come true: Death has been swallowed up in victory.” (I Cor. 15:54)


stand by open grave

hear hallelujah chorus

death’s narrow doorway

hold the gift

My parents’ brought me a treasured gift from their memorable trip to Israel; hand-carved and sold by Palestinian Christians in Bethlehem. This small olive wood creche features the humble family of three under a dazzling star flourish over the stark stable. An angel bears “Gloria” banner with song from above while earthy shepherd watches from behind fir tree. Sentinel sheep guard the vulnerable Lamb of God.

Of course, I want the grandkids to touch and experience the texture of that biblical first Christmas; to be able to hold a bit of awe in their little hands. But I also feel protective, maybe even possessive of the delicate creche; this irreplaceable gift of Christmas. So I purchase a children’s version of stable with plastic figures they can move around, put in mouth, or drop.

Hopefully, we do not cheapen the real story in our efforts to make it accessible.

creches around world
all nations will worship him
Jesus has first place

kitsch?

omnivorous

iStock photo: raven in the wild

caw clawing murder

fight over limp carrion

crows can’t hide in snow

are they perpetrators or

black market opportunists?


bang on!

try (fitfully)
to sleep; i’m
depleted from
preparations:
hop, shop, clean,
bake, make room
in “mama’s inn
for (too late… or
too early?) arrival
so….. please (!)
don’t bang that
door (again) !!

yet, come & go,
and also know
you’re more
cherished
than sleep
to me .


My 44-word quadrille for dVerse as we end poetic year with a bang!

big blue

Etheree form: unrhymed without meter, one stanza of 10 lines, graduating from 1 to 10 syllables (Laura adds lines 11 & 12 with just 2 syllables each to give shape of Christmas tree). Linking to dverse poets

see
a spruce
in backyard
of childhood home
reaches for the clouds
shelter for nesting birds
hide-away for brown squirrels
branches thick and full to tree top
rises as blue neighborhood landmark
until it plays the part of lightning rod
and falls
blackened

attitude of gratitude

Recently, Grace hosted a dVerse prompt featuring the “Nove Otto”. This poetry form was created by Scott J. Alcorn. It is a nine-lined poem with 8 syllables per line. The rhyme scheme is: aacbbcddc. 


God is the giver of all good;
He provides his creatures with food
his loving care supplies our bread
grazing cattle content to eat
in turn, they will provide our meat.
“Love your neighbor,” Jesus has said;
are our cold hearts so full of greed
that we won’t share with those in need?
if grateful we are to be fed!

too merry to miss it?

Linking with Lisa and dVerse poets for quadrilles at the pub!

for some people,
holidays may mean
over-the-top sumptuous
feast with relatives

for others, it’s a
shopping frenzy of
over-the-top frivolous
spending with credit

for all us mortals,
let holy days celebrate
over-the-top gracious
presence, Emmanuel:

God With Us!

winter’s claws

Mish hosts OLN at dVerse…here’s my tanka for mini-prompt 🙂


husband grows older
cold weather, his nemesis
tiger in the snow
our new driveway faces north
he and snowblower…growling

Katsushika Hokusai (1760-1849) created woodblock prints and paintings. Over his lengthy career, Hokusai produced over 30,000 pieces. Tigers became his subject matter in his final years and “Tiger in the Snow” may have been his final creation. (source: wikipedia.com)

french documentary

photo from getty images

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stags wander forest

storks build nest atop chimney

breathe blue mountain air

note to self

say “yes” to TODAY, here
with its possibilities and also
its impossibilities; accept our limits
and yet look beyond ourselves…yes!

say “yes” to LOVE, not only
being loved but being the lover
look around to see who needs you
stretch familiarly toward people…yes!

say “yes” to LIFE, the gift
to dwell in this present moment
we will pass through here but once
to engage with exuberance…oh, yes!

say “yes” to JOY, in your heart
have something to shine and share
spy beauty everywhere, all around
count blessings in little things…YES!


Linking to dVerse poetics where Merril encourages us to choose JOY (even on election day)!

decadence

rain soaks cold branches

red maple stripped bare of leaves

autumn’s fire quenched

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