Friday 18 December 2009

California Christmas Delight

Christmas time is here,
No snow, but sun and cheer
No sleigh bells ringing or church bells singing
But to light and joy, we are all clinging

Mike and Jen’s hot tub beckons
A fair trade for frigid air I reckon

Snowscapes sculpted by the winds are traded
For palm trees and bowls of roses paraded

No icicles hanging in jagged array
Yet the food and merriment goes without say

So it is, a California Christmas delight
Where the very memories of past Christmas’ might
Only blind us too all that is true
Joys of true Christmas, found here with you.

Jovial laughing, skating, sledding and more
The old ways of Christmas fade into just lore
Where old snowy December’s
Drift and fog and mire in forgot
But sorrow we do not set loose,
For here the Christmas feast is Alive, Fear not!
For it was not to snowy hills that Jesus was born
He was not surrounded with deer, bear and moose

But it was a desert plane that welcomed
All heavens opening up, pronouncing, “ The King is here”

A desert, quite cold in the night, but warm in the day
Not so unlike California- Ill say
So it is our California Christmas delight
To share more in what that first Christmas was like!

Those east coasters can keep all that snow
Keep all their cold air and frost toe
Where you can’t feel your ears should you forget a hat

Because Here in California is where Christmas is at.
So it is, a California Christmas delight
Where the very memories of past Christmas’ might
Only blind us too all that is true
Joys of true Christmas, found here with you!

Thursday 17 December 2009

Hope

What is hope but the beauty of the impossible.
Fading whispers of the dream that could never be
And yet is more beautiful in its impossibility

For where the ocean roars and horrid beasts of our nightmares roam
The cracks and creavases of our whole being resound in a constant and impossible reality

We dare not whisper it,
It is too beautiful to hope and fail
Too much to long for upon the empty contours of our world

And yet it shows itself
Breaking in, flaming and true and whole
Announcing itself as more than our dreams could ever belay

Here the despair is all too near
Carrying with it the radical potency of what we deem indubitable

What is hope but the fantasy, that which we can never truly expect
It is too beautiful to speak
Too beautiful for our eyes to take hold of


Yet it takes hold of us
Making itself known as the good beyond our fears and plots and expectations.

Hope that conquers the trouble of our soul
It sits and breaths into us anew- light and love
Not in those places we expect the most,
But in those places we despair the most