A Very Merry and Safe Christmas

A Wish To Hold

To dream in light

That moves the dark

To think my thoughts

And then impart

To give of time

Without reward

These gifts I wish to hold

To kiss a star

That lights the sky

Or hold the moon

So way up high

To feel the sun

So warm and new

These gifts I wish to hold

To have your trust

And friendship sweet

To make my life

Oh so complete

Then dwell a while

Within your care

These gifts I wish to hold

No Room At The Inn

I crept in slow to catch the scene

As on the pillows they did dream

Of days to come both good and bad

When they would laugh and sometimes be sad

A life ahead of who knows what

To cherish in each moment lost

While they in slumbers lay

And what of me I hear you say

No place where I can come and lay

But happy in this loving sight

My precious gifts tucked up so tight

While they in slumbers lay

PTT

The picture above was taken in the winter of 1983/84 when I returned home from night shift to find my place had been taken

I quietly left the room and settled in the spare bedroom for the day.

One of life’s beautiful moments.

The Angel’s Garden

I walked into a garden
While I was fast a sleep
And met a host of angels
Whose auras were complete
They shimmered in such beauty
It took my breath away
As they floated around that garden
With their wings in full array
Their gifts of love did flourish
Beneath a light so bright
That God himself resplendent
Did fall within my sight
He called upon his Angels
To bless my soul with care
As I danced around that garden
That the Angels let me share

SOMEONE ELSES SHOES

I CANNOT WALK

IN OTHERS SHOES

BUT IF I COULD

I’D HAVE TO CHOOSE

THE WAY THAT THEY

WOULD WALK THROUGH LIFE

AND HOPE MY STEPS

WOULD MAKE THINGS RIGHT

NOT ON A PATH

THAT’S FILLED WITH GREED

BUT ONE WITH HOPE

THAT I’LL SUCCEED

TO BRING SOME LOVE

BOTH NIGHT AND DAY

AND SPREAD GODS LIGHT

UPON MY WAY

FOR IN EACH STEP

AS I PROCEED I’LL GEL IN MAN

THAT THERES A NEED

TO DANCE IN TIME WITH NATURE

Quote to Ponder – All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost; the old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not reached by the frost. – J R Tolkein

Music on You Tube – New Age No 35 – John Whelan – Longing For Here