Christmas Story: stuff legends are made of

Emmanuel is born to the Father's delight -Israel’s long-awaited hope. The Word sang a poignant story. A pure melody for each heart.

It was a soft, melodious tune for those with ears to hear. The whispered melody arrived like the tiny beats of a hummingbird’s wing. 

The dawning light of a new beginning altered our precepts and notions, arousing a sanguine hope in a songless world. 

The morning light hummed as the Light sang Troubadour’s song of man's redemptive story.

Black Bough Poetry Submission 
2.	The Troubadour’s Song

Emmanuel is born 
to the Father's delight. 
Israel’s long-awaited hope. 
The Word sang a pure melody.

It was a soft, melodious tune 
for those with hearts to hear. 
Its whispered melody arrived as soft as 
the tiny beats of a hummingbird’s wing. 

The dawn of a new beginning 
altered our precepts, arousing a 
sanguine hope in a songless world. 

The morning light hummed 
as angels sang the Troubadour’s song 
of man's redemptive story.

Haiku version

Anticipation,
 to the Father's delight, 
 Emmanuel is born

The dawning light
 of a new beginning 
 slates our thirst.

Arousing
 a sanguine hope
 for the coming year.

A salubrious optimism
 laced with intent,
 tempered.

12/13/2024- Long Distance Christmas

I miss family gatherings at Mamaw’s house. I miss Christmas morning with my kids waking up too early to spy on the Christmas tree. I miss family time at the Christmas Eve candlelight service. But that is okay when they are carrying on and building their own traditions with their family—as they are a long distance away, so I decorate with fond memories as I hang ornaments on the tree, waiting for sweet visitors to come.