Archive for December, 2007
It’s almost over…
“Human beings are the finest towards the finish of the year;We are almost like we should be when the Christmas season’s here.
Then we are thinking more of others than we did the month before,
And the laughter of the children is a joy worth waiting for.
We are less the selfish creatures than at any other time,
When […]
Published by the tattooed poet on December 30th, 2007 tagged Poetry, Christmas, Quotes | Comment now »
Some Great Elvish Fun!
Click here: “Here’s wishing you a very Merry Christmas from all our little elves!“
Christmas, Elf Yourself, Elves, HUMOR ME, Pattersons
Published by the tattooed poet on December 27th, 2007 tagged Pattersons, HUMOR ME, Christmas | Comment now »
Mary, Sweet Mary, Part II
Mary Sweet Mary Lyrics
Isaiah 9:2-7
2The people who walked in darkness have seen a great light; those who lived in a land of deep darkness— on them light has shined. 3You have multiplied the nation, you have increased its joy; they rejoice before you as with joy at the harvest, as people exult when […]
Published by the tattooed poet on December 25th, 2007 tagged Worship, Bible, Christmas, Lyrics | Comment now »
A Conceit
by Maya Angelou
Give me your hand
Make room for me
to lead and follow
you
beyond this rage of poetry.
Let others have
the privacy of
touching words
and love of loss
of love.
For me
Give me your hand
Friends, Maya Angelou, Poetry, Quotes
Published by the tattooed poet on December 22nd, 2007 tagged Poetry, Friends, Quotes | Comment now »
A Christmas Dream, And How It Came True
From The Short Story “A Christmas Dream, And How It Came True” by Louisa May Alcott
From our happy home
Through the world we roam
One week in all the year,
Making winter spring
With the joy we bring
For Christmas-tide is here.
Now the eastern star
Shines from afar
To light the poorest home;
Hearts warmer grow,
Gifts freely flow,
For Christmas-tide has come.
Now gay trees […]
Published by the tattooed poet on December 21st, 2007 tagged Poetry, Christmas | Comment now »
From my heart to yours…
To all my liberal friends:
Please accept with no obligation, implied or implicit, my best wishes for an environmentally conscious, socially responsible, low-stress, non-addictive, gender-neutral celebration of the winter solstice holiday, practiced within the most enjoyable traditions of the religious persuasion of your choice, or secular practices of your choice, […]
Published by the tattooed poet on December 20th, 2007 tagged Politics, America, Christmas, Languages | Comment now »
The Lord’s Messiah Comes
The Lord’s Messiah comes;
God’s kingdom to announce.
He calls us to repent,
and all our sins renounce.
His conquest over sin
now gives us peace within.
He breaks into our world,
the light of God to show,
all darkness to dispel,
all evil overthrow.
Let justice now be done,
new life on earth begun.
Lord of the end to come,
your praise we will repeat,
the world you […]
Published by the tattooed poet on December 20th, 2007 tagged Worship, Poetry, Lyrics, Advent | Comment now »
They shall call his name Emmanuel
“To be called, only means, according to the Hebrews manner of speaking, that the person spoken of shall really and effectually be what he is called, and actually fulfill that title. Thus, Unto us a child is born - and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counselor, the Mighty God, the Prince of Peace - […]
Published by the tattooed poet on December 20th, 2007 tagged Christmas, Advent | Comment now »
The Sword of Surprise
by G.K. Chesterton
Sunder me from my bones, O sword of God
Till they stand stark and strange as do the trees;
That I whose heart goes up with the soaring woods
May marvel as much at these.
Sunder me from my blood that in the dark
I hear that red ancestral river run
Like branching buried floods that find the sea
But […]
Published by the tattooed poet on December 18th, 2007 tagged Bible, Spiritual Formation, Mystical, Poetry | Comment now »
A WREATH
by George Herbert
A WREATHED garland of deservèd praise,
Of praise deservèd, unto Thee I give,
I give to Thee, who knowest all my ways,
My crooked winding ways, wherein I live,—
Wherein I die, not live ; for life is straight,
Straight as a line, and ever tends to Thee,
To Thee, who art more far above deceit,
Than deceit seems above […]