new year -2011

The ground was brown

with crumpled leaves

to match the phlegmatic,

dormant trees;

their message was muddled

and so ill at ease

it was hard to find hope

with what could be seen.

*

But then came the snow

as fresh as the air

to paint new the earth

that had seemed so bare,

bringing its promise

and childlike delight

in making the world

once again bright.

*

So enlighten our souls,

our Lord, so dear,

and let us not forget

You came here

to cover our sins

and blanket our fear,

that we may start fresh

with You -

every year.

Grandfather's Village

In grandfather's village the people pass by

my large window on the living room side.

My sisters and I watch them pass

and then disappear through our looking glass.

Buildings square with angled eaves

provide safe shelter unconditionally.

In grandfather's village as evening draws near,

we retire to the kitchen which lies to the rear

and wait for our father to return to the nest;

there's warmth with his presence as he comes home to rest.

At night the men come to light the lamps

that twinkle like stars when seen from afar

and everyone sleeps with a blanket of hush

that quiets the body and mind's anxious rush.

Slumbering dreams bed down with the coals

not stirred until morning into flames and souls.

In grandfather's village each day is its own;

each person - a family - and each one has a home.

We hold on to each other, and to God's good grace

and wish that everyone could live in such a place.

Thank you for visiting Faith from the Heart poetry art. Those of you who were followers of my previous blog, I especially appreciate you! I plan to continue my poetry on this site, but need some time to begin building it at this time of year. Please continue to check back soon!
Sincerely,
Sheila