The Christmas Hawk

She loved the way the cold air filled her feathers on Christmas Day. First through the blue skies,

then turning, banking and spinning around… twirling straight into a snow squall,

the mystical grey, high up on the ridge. There was so much joy this day!

A new day filled with hope, and life never ending, declared, openly.

All about the Anointed One, the star lighting the hearts of humans.

She continued to twirl, banking and praising God with her wings

as the snow came down heavily,

and the wind that never ends…..

and somewhere in that wind beyond the tallest oak trees,

she heard a choir singing…..

Merry Christmas!

Poetry and Image Copyright © revised 2020 rivers renewed

Merry Christmas

In the calm silence of Christmas morning,

I awaken

reflecting on all the beautiful gifts

already given,

and as I look out my window,

snowflakes begin to tumble,

so I whisper,

“God…..

you know how I love the snow…..”

Merry Christmas everyone!

From our house to yours, regardless of your faith may you be infused with peace, love and joy,

and carry a great sense of hope in your heart.

Amen.

Poetry, Writing and Image Copyright © 2020 rivers renewed

The Christmas Ghost – A Gift for Mama

……Rosa began to see a faint outline where she thought a person sat down, almost like a grey mist. It took shape! The being, whoever it was, turned to look at her. The shape took the form of a woman. Rosa could make out the woman’s hair, which she recognize immediately – and then she saw the woman’s face!

The image said, “Rosa…”, Rosa was shaking now, and said “Mama?” Rosa instinctively reached out for her but, her mother told her no, “Only my spirit is here Rosa”. “Mama I’m so sorry for all the things I said that night!” “I know sweetheart…I did not die because of you though….I needed to tell you that.” “That’s one of the reasons I’m here. I love you more than I know how to say!”

They talked for awhile and Rosa’s mother mostly spoke about forgiveness. Streams of tears flowed from Rosa’s eyes but mostly they were tears of joy. And then her mother changed the topic, mentioning church.

“I only wanted you to experience the peace, joy and hope of this season sweetheart…..” Rosa suddenly had the idea of what she could give her mother for Christmas…..”Mama, thank you and I know what gift to give to both of us!…..I will go church tonight, this very night……it’s Christmas Eve after all!”

It wasn’t long after that, Rosa saw her mother fade away, but she had the biggest smile on her face as she faded. And her last words to Rosa this time were, “and remember to forgive yourself sweetheart….”.

Rosa sat for quite awhile alone, letting everything her Mama said, sink in. So everything did end well.

Rosa wanted to tell you that she did go to church that night, wearing her only dress, and her large overcoat, both she had bought from Goodwill. And no one there called her a whore.

In fact they were quite friendly, especially during the time of offering her the peace. As she continued going there, they also helped to get a better job. The last I heard she was working in the admissions department of the local community college.

She also wishes you peace.

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The Christmas Ghost

Rosa heard music again, a choir singing “Hark the Herald Angels Sing”, in the distance. As she sat on the edge of her bed, tears flowing, she looked over at her mother’s picture on her nightstand. She could still hear the words, the arguing, from the last night Rosa saw her alive.

“Mama they will call me a whore!”. She knew it wasn’t true, but she was willing to say anything that night to get her off the track of Rosa going to church. “Rosa, please…it’s Christmas Eve after all.”

It was the night her mother passed away. And the guilt Rosa felt about everything, was crashing in on her now, including the wild parties, and drinking until she was senseless.

Grabbing her head, and laying on the bed, the pain was getting worse. And why were the women at her job so mean to her today? She could not help it that she didn’t know English very well. They were vicious, and all for working at a fast-food restaurant!

She shouted, “I hate Christmas!” into the ceiling, then sat up and went for the pill bottle in her nightstand. She stopped, there was that music again….. “Where was it coming from……?”

She also had a feeling, an unusual sense, that someone else was there in the room now…..but strangely, she wasn’t afraid. And then oddly someone sat on her bed…..or at least it seemed that way, but she didn’t see anyone…..

To be continued….

Writing and Image Copyright © revised 2020 rivers renewed

Note this is fiction.

Soon it Will Be Christmas

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A cold wind descends, blowing through the pine ridge,

coming down from the mountain

sloping, traveling down over the  boulders

and into the valley,

causing young and old

to sink further down

into their blankets, as they lay sleeping, 

dreaming of bells on sleighs

and gifts under the tree

for soon, it will be…..

Christmas.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

Welcome Home

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After working the night shift one morning, on the long drive home, he noticed the temperature on his car,

the thermometer was continuing to drop, 2 degrees…..down to 1……would it drop to 0?

He watched the road carefully, and the thermometer, trying to stay awake. Suddenly….there it was….0 degrees!

He celebrated with a few shouts….he had never seen 0 degrees before.

As he pulled into the driveway, he noticed she had left the Christmas lights on, around the front windows.

He stopped for a second staring at the wreath on the front door. It was Christmas finally. He walked up thinking.

Would she still be sick, laid up in bed? How far down would the infection take her?

He did love her so incredibly much it was beyond words really.

He decided to stop worrying about her dying, pushed the fear aside and turned the key……in the door…..

Writing and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

Note: This is from a ghost of Christmas past. It’s recorded there were alot of hugs that day.

On This Christmas in Texas

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On this Christmas somewhere in Texas, another small child

is locked away

crying, wailing,

wondering

if she will ever see her Mommy again.

Is this America?

She wonders

and begins to cry again

into the empty air.

    

Note: This was very much on my heart. May we always remember the poor and those unable to protect themselves.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies

The Christmas Whisper

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She lay awake, next to him listening to him breathe. It was dawn now, and she didn’t want to disturb him, but she really did want to see if it was snowing yet. And it was Christmas now!

As she quietly peered through the window, and into the blue dawn, she saw the wind was up, and carrying the snow almost sideways. Would he like his gift? She sighed, and lay down again, touching his shoulder.

For some reason she needed to tell him how she felt, and she whispered to his sleeping ear, “Did you know you are the best thing that’s ever happened to me……?” She stared at his face, smiling.

He did hear the words, and he let them sink in deeply. It was the greatest thing anyone had ever said to him. He opened his eyes to her beaming smile.

She whispered again, “It’s snowing….”

 

Merry Christmas everyone!

   

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