Christmas…by MwsR
It is certainly not about who is good or naughty
Now don’t misunderstand me and go-getting haughty.
I think of Christmas as a market made for money
I know some of you are thinking that’s not very funny.
But it is true.
I know you see you, you do.
It should be a celebration about Christ’s birth
The whole frankincense and myrrh.
But sadly I see people so obsessed with gift-giving
Instead they’re putting emphasis on all the receiving.
Now don’t get me wrong I am not saying to be a scrooge
Just have a heart that gives love and love will ensue.
Think about widows and homeless people
Think about those you encounter that come worship under the same steeple.
There are people fighting just to have a reason
to see the magic in this Christmas season.
They may never know till you take the time to show
It’s not something you can find wrapped up with a bow.
It is what Christmas should represent
It was that hope that God had sent.
His son, the newborn king
The one who gives us everything.
The reason for this Holiday.
The time to get on your knees and pray,
And thank him the Lord of all of us
I hope you all have a Merry Christmas!
Without you
By MwsR
Seems without you, I forget to breathe.
The sun was not as bright as it was when I am with you.
I know it seems unreal …but it is true.
Without you my day is dull
My senses refuse to do their job
I feel like a door without its knob.
When it’s time to sleep you are on my mind
I don’t feel like I can sleep at all no matter how I try,
Reminds me of a bruise you get from a hard fall,
Because no matter what you do it will take time to go away.
Please come back sooner rather than never
I can’t live like this forever.
Christmas Tears
By MwsR
One day she was going to decorate her house just like you see it done in magazines and movies…but not today. She just couldn’t get into the Christmas spirit. Today she found herself thinking of Christmas’s past. She felt the feelings she had felt before, today she remembered it all.
It’s easy to get swept up in holiday traditions but what if your holiday traditions were erased? Hers had been, she had to understand though that all was not lost. She needed to know that holidays were and could be so much more than tradition.
This year, this time, she needed to find the meaning behind, the traditions and gatherings.
See for her there was so much that life had changed for her, that she needed to gather what she could. She needed meaning not traditions to keep her going.
When she was a child everything was so exciting, she missed that feeling. Now that she grew older she longed for trueness, a realism she didn’t get from all the holiday hustle and bustle, or from all the worrying over bills versus buying presents. Her world should be more. More than that she wanted everyone around her to be grateful.
Why should she struggle? Why couldn’t it look at easy as tv or movies, in that they all had smiles, presents, and cheer?
She really thought hard and tried to find something that she could internally use, use to feel better.
Alongside remembering past holidays, she remembered those who were no longer in her present, and she cried. She just sat there and felt the loss like it was happening there at that moment. She thought about the true meaning of Christmas and the sacrifice that people gave many years ago, where two parents that had a newborn that was despised by man, yet loved and awaited by millions. The sacrifice they made to make sure he was safe and cared for. They left their family, their homes and their own comforts.
Sometimes, she thought, one must give more than they ever will receive in return. Sometimes no matter where we have been we can still find a place to belong. It all is in our hearts and minds, she thought.
Her Christmas tears turned on her mind, but she found the strength to keep trying, to keep looking for the answers, but with a newness of heart.
Christmas tears, the ones shed so long ago in a manger, now in her own eyes…that made life seem clearer around this time of year.
The lesson is life can bring you down but if you look, more than you think can be found.
Frozen by MwsR
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it way down deep?
Or has it haunted you in your sleep?
You have become numb and changed
The pieces that were once limber are stiff.
Why is it that we stay on that frozen cliff?
Too many things have been affected
Your goals and your visions have become neglected.
It’s as if your own soul has been rejected.
You can no longer see clearly now there is a haze
You try to get back what time tries to erase
When in all actuality you cannot continue the chase.
Waiting for that one rock to knock you and shatter you into many pieces
Hoping that the Sun will warm you and bring you back to living
Where once breath was inside of you now you have nothing that’s giving.
You are frozen.
You are frozen in time.
You are frozen in time because you have grown cold.
No spark has left no flame will burn
Until this curse has risen
You need to realize what it is you have to give and how much more of your life you have to live, just listen.
You don’t have to be frozen
Time doesn’t have to freeze
You can avoid being cold…
The spark is there it will ignite the flame
The curse will rise and you shall remain
You can give and continue to live.
Forever It Stays That Way….MSR
Unanswered, yet I have the answer
Inside still spinning but no cure like there’s not for cancer.
Maybe it’s the symptoms I keep feeling
Can’t stop the thoughts from unveiling.
Forever it stays that way
There never could ever be enough to sway
Time to change the spinning into memory
Forgetting of course about being free
It is not so bad
It makes me sad
It also makes me emerge
My own fullness to splurge
Forever it stays that way
Even replaced it will lay
Silent yet exploding in sound
Around my tattered heart it abounds
I’m still good as new
Because I’m one of those few
That learned to fight
Kept in it despite
I don’t worry
I’m in no hurry
Because…forever it will stay,
This way.
Somewhere In My Dreams By MwsR
Trancing me as you do
Making me wish to be talking to you
Like toast that is nothing without the spread
Or moments that keep replaying in my head.
Starting and stopping and pausing a lot
Walking back into the past is something I cannot.
Gone, like the black and white tv shows
But still a time that everyone knows.
Echos of our past
and wishing that it would have last.
Why can we not have the present, with the past, without complication?
Maybe it is because it causes a difficult situation.
Possibly it is a learning thing
Maybe it is just all the memories it should bring.
I cannot answer this or know this
But oh what a predicament it is!
Somewhere in my dreams,
You will always beam
Even if it isn’t in my now
But only in the how.
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