Simple Scene

Scene of Birth of Christ
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It is a simple scene from long ago

One devoid of evergreens and snow

No reindeer near the manger rest

No Santa on his midnight quest

A simple stable behind an inn

A squalid place to birth in

But that is how it was that night

And not a Black Friday anywhere in sight


A short poem as Advent approaches

Advent Thoughts

the cross of christ


Advent has come,

For many,  a manger to seek.

But that precious Babe we all adore

Was born  – an appointment to keep.

Gold and incense in the straw were laid,

But with bitter myrrh by their side.

The great joy of His coming

Shepherds did spread

It’s fulfillment – would make Mary weep.






Advent: The Coming . . .

Advent is “the coming of a notable person or thing.” It is the expectation of something spectacular, and spectacularly the world is transformed. Lights, lights, and more lights mark the expectation. Quiet suburban streets are transfigured into something resembling a Tokyo business district, a world of incandescent glory.

But what is the great expectation for? Is Black Friday a term packed with more meaning than first meets the eye? Is it a season bereft of any spirit other than hype?

Yet, in our churches, the very place where the true “Light of the World” is proclaimed, a ring of four simple candles, one lit anew each week marks the coming of “a notable person,” one whose arrival was first marked by a single star.



Inspired by Weekly Prompts: Advent

Beyond Paper Doors




Beyond Paper Doors


Chocolate hidden behind paper doors,

One opened every day –

All leading our expectations to –

More gift’s on X-mas Day.


What lies beyond those paper doors?

Not greed that leads astray –

But rather sacrifice to us does call,

To prepare, and wait, and pray.


Advent is an expectation,

Of God’s true gift to come,

And the One who was born just to die,

So victory could be won.


Let us then remember,

Advent’s true nature and call –

Each paper door brings us near –

To the Babe in the stable stall.




This is the second of my Advent poems, and I hope the theme is clear.  Please note that “X-mas” is purposely used to indicate the diminishing of the reverence of the season.





Another winter closing in,

Dark evenings growing colder.

Violet candles will soon be lit.

Each one preparing for


Throne of hay.




The Advent season is now here. This time of preparation and anticipation of the coming of Emmanuel is one of contemplation and focus on the spiritual rather than the material.  We so often get caught up in the X-mas hype, that we loose focus on the Christ.

Let us keep our eyes on the manger.


See also: Beyond Paper Doors