Tea towels that simply won’t stay,
tied on with dressing gown cords,
halos lopsided or sagging,
slipping down over eyes lit with mirth.
Crowns that are coming unstuck
as the tinfoil decides to unravel,
yet, together creating a scene
of such harmony and tranquillity
that it tugs at the heart strings
and reminds all who look on
of the chaos and the holiness
that unfolded so long ago
in a stable in Bethlehem,
when God was born
in a feeding trough.
Liz Crumlish December 2011
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ReplyDeleteO now carry me to Bethlehem,
To see the Lord of love again;
Just as poor as was the stable then,
The Prince of glory when he came!
Hallelujah that the Lord became poor so that we can be rich in his presence .....
Oh my goodness, Liz, your recent posts are like a shot of Heaven into my heart. So lovely, so true, so hopeful. I love the falling snow, too. Merry Christmas, Sister! And thanks so much for sharing your amazing heart and gift of photography with us all. xoxox
ReplyDeleteCherie, an early Christmas gift is hearing from you. Merry Christmas, sister xxx
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