My head bowed in prayer
At the end of this day
To feel your spirit
Breathing across my soul
I sigh, relax
Releasing my mind
To your pictures as they slide
From one frame to another

Christmas, a holy birth
Proclamations sung by angels
Eternity radiating from the Star
Shepherds stunned, inn keepers
Faint-hearted, listening
Speechless with wonder
Villagers and kings moving towards
The Holy Light, salvation eternal

A mother’s miracle
Revelation, then grief
As understanding comes
That a sacrifice has been born
To her, to bear for history
Joy, tears, maternal protection
From life to death
Her own cross, for us

Could I, O God
Be a vessel of that magnitude
To be a Mary, a Noah, an Elijah
To grasp and hold onto
A God given holy mission
In the face of rejection and
Ridicule in this Santa ruled world
My cross, my benediction
Whisper, it is so…

Just imagining….



About just stevie

First and foremost...I am not a writer! That is very evident if you start from the beginning. These blogs are the result of an intense relationship with my heavenly Father and I wanted to put my thoughts into writing. Words and music are very powerful...together...each having it's own interpretation! This encourages me that every day be different, with new thoughts and directions. Even now, that surprises me when I go back and re-read an experience I've gone thru. I think I can say, that my writing has improved with time...enjoy...
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