The Shepherd’s Report on Christmas Night

‘Twas the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen:
The most brilliant light shining bright
Upon white snow and evergreen
As we made our way through an endless pastoral night.

Honestly, I could not tell
(This is no joke) when those angelic praises broke
Whether I’d be caught up to Heaven
Or be sent straight to hell.

But then that celestial figure spoke
And all my fears did quell.

It was like a dream
Or no, like from a dream we did awaken.
The very core of who we were was shaken
And all our judgments not as they now seem.

Like stepping into full color from monochrome —
A realm of blues and greens and reds and vibrant gold,
Ripe with things that have all been foretold,
Unearthly place that we now call our home.

But what about you? Certainly you
Have seen the starlight creeping underneath the door
And in your doubt have known there must be more
And sensed that is was for you, too?

This season know, whether you to fire-lit settings are led (or driven)
Or wander endless pastoral nights forlorn
To us this day a Son has now been given,
To us this very night a child is born.

 


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God’s Mosquito

To my readers: Here’s a mid-week bonus between our usual essays. If you’d like to hear the back-story for this poem, or share your own experience pertaining to its content, leave a comment. Enjoy!

I am God’s mosquito;
I have nothing to fear.
I may be small in my eyes but
I’m buzzing in His ear.

Before the Throne of Heaven
I may be but a pest,
But day and night I’m praying
I’m giving Him no rest.

In darkness drawn to Divine warmth
And also Divine breath
Am I, and I unyielding shall
Escape the cords of death.

The acts of God past present still
To come are without number
And I shall now — say what you will —
Awake him from His slumber.

Emotional Safety For Men?

The following is a great article by a fellow blogger on the topic of traditional roles in marriage. You may recall not long ago I wrote a piece titled The Day I Put My Wife in Her Place, providing a husband’s perspective. This article serves as a great complement to the discussion.

See, there's this thing called biology...

Matt wrote a great post called, “SAFETY AND TRUST IN RELATIONSHIPS: THOSE WORDS DON’T MEAN WHAT YOU THINK THEY MEAN” He’s speaking to mostly men here, men who may not have realized how important emotional safety is to women, men who may have focused on  physical safety, with little or no awareness of women’s needs for emotional safety and trust.

I am forever trying to verbalize that same idea, safety, safety, safety, and more safety. It’s a bit tongue in cheek, but nearly every time I talk to a wife who is unhappy, at the root of that is oh yeah, you don’t trust him, you don’t feel safe. Seems simple and logical to me, cut and dry. Can a woman survive in a relationship without trust and safety? No, not for long. A lack of safety is fight or flight, so that’s what tends to happen.

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Poems for St. Patrick’s Day

Author’s Note

I have been remiss in publishing for a few days, but not for lack of effort. I had an essay whose draft I adapted into a story and there ran into some difficulty. It shall be rebirthed as an essay again, but its resurrection shall take a few more days.

At any rate, I thought this week would be a good time to present a few limericks in honor of St. Patrick’s Day. As a bonus, I have also included an older poem I dusted off. Continue reading “Poems for St. Patrick’s Day”