Post-Christmas

The pomp dies down, and empty boxes lie
beneath the browning tree sans bows and ties

But in the stillness, we remember still
'twas not the spectacle that was "good will."

Ever notice that the moon is like a reverse eye?

The moon's white retina shines in the night,
soft iris shimmers, then fades out of sight

Paul was right, but I don't always believe him

If "we are more than conquerors" then why
does my defeated spirit hereby lie?

Immanuel

Light unapproachable, unbearable
so wisely cloaked by virgin miracle

God from God, Light from Light

Though darkness cannot comprehend the light
He walked among the blind to give us sight

Band Aids for Bulletholes

Some entertainment will delay one's grief
but also will retard one's true relief.

Incarnation

Immortal God enclosed in mortal dust
was born to die to win our praise and trust

Crescent Moon

The silver sliver of the midnight moon
glows meekly from behind soft cloudy dunes

Christmas Dispirit

It's Christmas time, but something makes me feel
I'm missing something. I need something real.

There's something in my spirit keeping me
from praising like I should on bended knee.

Lessons Learned

Although it's hard to deal with one's own pain,
it strengthens us to help our friends sustain.

A Poetic Blogging Experiment...

Heroic couplets aren't that hard to write
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