An Epiphany Vision

[I wrote this after attending Epiphany Sunday Mass at a retirement home.]

Three women came
with gifts
for an infant king.

“I bring you my golden youth.
I have little experience,
almost no training,
But oh the energy I can give you,
my enthusiasm and my faith.”

“I bring you my perfumed maturity.
I have so much to do,
so much I am responsible for,
But oh the knowledge I can give you,
my wisdom and my hope.”

“I bring you my camphored age.
I have so little energy left
and my knowledge is all out of date,
But oh the memories I can give you,
my trust and my love.”


We call ourselves so many names:
I am sorry…tired…hungry…hired
I am late…glad…irate…bad
I am fearful…sad…joyful…mad
I am pretty…fearless…weepy…friendless

God says
“I am Who I am”

And calls us beloved.

Faith in God

I remember that old saying,
“If you love someone, let them go. If they come back to you, they are truly yours.”

Or maybe the ending was, “…if they don’t come back to you, they were never truly yours.”

Does that apply, I wonder, to faith?

I have let my faith go so many times.

Always it returns.

Will it always?

Perhaps my hope lies in changing the subject (of the sentence).

Not it always returns.

But God always returns it.

Faith is the object of God’s sentence.

God the eternal, the unchangeable, the divine lover,
will always return my faith to me.

New Year’s Imagine

[My last prompt from Two Sylvias Press – written with a little help from my friends.🙂 Happy New Year, everyone. I hope you will join me in helping, each in our own small way.]

I make my bed
Every day

Everyone makes their bed
Every day

(Of course, everyone would need a bed)

I eat a good breakfast
Every day

Everyone eats a good breakfast
Every day

(Everyone would need enough food)

I do what I love
Every day

Everyone does what they love
Every day

(Everyone would need opportunity)

I have contentment
Every day

Everyone has contentment
Every day

(Everyone would need peace)

Just imagining
That isn’t hard to do
Every day

To make it true
Every day
For everyone
Now, there’s a resolution!

Imagine all the people
Living life in peace
You, you may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you will join us
And the world will be as one

Christmas Backwards

[The prompt a few days ago suggested writing a poem and then reversing the order of the lines. This is what I wrote. Try reading it backwards for a bit of fun.]

Advent calendar village with all doors and windows open

Reblooming Christmas cactus in the middle of the advent wreath

Candles gone, tucked away, burned just slightly lower

Angels on the mantel, more above the mantel

Unmoved by the nativity still life below

Gift bags, box of chocolate truffles, new work gloves

A book or two, no electronics

Under the nativity table

No tree in sight

Several somewhat wilting poinsettias

Poinsettias really are not poisonous

Just early victims of disinformation

If I hear that saccharine sappy ad for donations to some animal charity

One more time, I swear

As I lay on the sofa surrounded by old Christmas

AAARRRHHHGGGG I shall go mad

I might smash mom’s TV

I will spare the neighbors at least

Every decoration so carefully placed a few weeks ago

So enjoyed through celebrations and quiet times

Now somewhat hackneyed, overdone, trite, tiresome

The old year fast fades

No new year yet brightens hope

Twelfth Day Rispetto

[I wrote this poem pretty quickly in response to yesterday’s prompt from Two Sylvia’s Press.]

We await their coming each year
Those three old men of wise repute
who traveled far to come near
with Herod’s wrath in close pursuit.

What strange star guided their far search?
What star still guides our belief?
To find God far from any known church
Seek a baby for sin’s relief.

Christmas Seven

[Life is getting close enough to normal for me to find a little time to have some fun with today’s prompt from Two Sylvias Press.]

The first day of Christmas Santa came
Or the baby Jesus or maybe both
The second day of Christmas relatives left
And we pretended to celebrate Boxing Day
The third day of Christmas we traveled
Not far and just for the day
The fourth day of Christmas we rested
And settled down to enjoy our gifts
The fifth day of Christmas we visited
And laughed as a toddler showed off
The sixth day of Christmas I wrote
This poem thinking it should be tomorrow
The seventh day of Christmas I go
To see The Rise of Skywalker again
The eighth day of Christmas we play
With old friends in a new year
The ninth day of Christmas we rest
And go back to enjoying our gifts
The tenth day of Christmas we continue
Amid aging Christmas decorations still left up
The eleventh day of Christmas we wait
For the end of Christmas coming tomorrow
The twelfth day of Christmas is Epiphany
When wise people end the Christmas season.

Today’s challenge was lines of just seven
It should really have been tomorrow given
Lines of seven on Christmas Day seven
Might be a poet’s kind of heaven.