Creative Insight

It's Christmas, please remember
those left out in the cold,
the lost, alone, and lonely,
the hungry and the old.
Remember all the children
who live from day to day,
scared, alone, and hungry.
No season's cheer have they.
Remember all the homeless
out there in the cold,
where, but for fortune,
it could be us, l'm told.
Remember all the old folk
who struggle to survive,
alone with just their memories
of a far happier life.
So remember all the blessings
this life has given you,
and spare a thought this Christmas,
for one day....it could be you!

A great Light has dawned -
For all mankind tonight.
Over a humble, old stable,
The Christ star shines bright.

Inside, Mary is resting;
Her eyes wide with wonder.
She's got so many questions;
So much to ponder.

Though still a chaste virgin,
She has just given birth.
To her it has happened,
As foretold in God's Word.

In her arms she is cradling
Her little miracle, Jesus;
God’s most precious gift ever -
A Savior, born to redeem us.

He came into this world
To answer His Father’s call.
Mary can hardly fathom
The meaning of it all.

This child, the Messiah,
Israel's long awaited King;
Fruit of the Holy Spirit -
What will His future bring?

On His young shoulders rest
Such high expectations:
He’s to usher in God's Kingdom
And to save all the nations.

As she looks at baby Jesus,
Mary offers a prayer;
To thank the Most High
That she is so well-favored.

Jesus is fast asleep;
He's so innocent and sweet.
She strokes His tiny head,
And tickles His tiny feet.

It makes her smile;
The way He puckers His lips.
Mary wants to hold Him -
Forever like this.

He has His mother's eyes,
Her beautiful baby boy.
Mary's heart fills with love;
She's overwhelmed with joy.

She's just a simple girl,
And those thoughts are deep...
For now, she's content -
Watching the future King sleep.

C----Christ born upon this earth
H----Hallelujah, praise God for his birth
R----Rejoicing our Lord has come
I-----Immanuel, God's chosen one
S----Star shining brightly from heaven
T----Treasures and gifts Christ was given
M----Mother Mary who bore us God's son
A---- Angel, God's messenger from above
S----Savior - and Sins Christ has forgiven

Invited to the manger with the shepherds and the sheep
to visit, to behold, to glory, to believe.
The Savior is born for the nations and for me!
But what gift might I bring?
Is there anything of value I have that He might need?
I hear the little drummer boy drum, drum, drum his beat.
Mary sings a lullaby, and the baby goes to sleep.
Is there something I can give he might want to keep?
This is all I have: my life, my words, my poetry.
Invited with the nations, the shepherds, and the sheep
to adore, to abide, to behold, to believe,
invited as a welcome guest to visit the King of Kings!

Christmas time is almost here
As the snow falls gently to the ground
Families will come together far and near

Children bundled up in their warm winter gear
Ready to build snowmen fluffy and round
Christmas time is almost here

Elf and Home Alone making you laugh in tears
With your most loved ones around
Families will come together far and near

With the tree shining bright and clear
And Jingle Bells playing in the background
Christmas time is almost here

Mom's special cooking will soon appear
And so will those few extra pounds
Families will come together far and near

With grandma's hot chocolate we cheer
For the time we've been waiting for so profound
Christmas time is almost here
Families will come together far and near

It’s hard to listen,
hard to stop thinking
about what I want to say,
hard to stop searching
for a place to break in,
hard to give all my attention,
but when I listen,
really listen,
I hear what you are saying,
I see your point of view—
your words become
a billowing ribbon
connecting me to you.

Arrgh! I’m a pirate.
I sail salty seas,

searching for ships,
at the whim of the breeze.

I ride rolling waves
up and down, night and day.

I head for the clouds.
I plunge through the spray.

Me, and my parrot,
every soul I command,

we rise and we fall
until we hit land.

I would be enthralled at the stories the ocean could tell,
about explorers and adventurers that traversed its swell,
of the lives lost in shipwrecks and of pirate tales of old,
and legends passed down through generations, told.

The ocean is mysterious, enchanting us all,
and contains many strange creatures both large and small,
a vast body of water, we challenge with our might,
sail our boats across, battle it by day and by night.

It changes character, furious brooding one minute,
next it is calm and serene, then we can overcome and win it!
But when I see its rolling, crashing waves,
I am glad I am on terra firma, as it's stability I crave!

Where the ocean meets the sky
The setting colours stun
A picture painted by the Lord
Of the things to come
Gently blows the cool night breeze
Waves rhythmically lap the shore
Grains of sand sculpt and mould
Of the plans that lay before
Breathe deeply in the scene
The sand between your toes
Sculpting your footprint
Of where each step goes
Breathe deeply in the scene
Put your faith in your Father
In all the things unseen

The sky speaks without words,
Messages that warm my heart.
It never ceases to amaze me,
Like a timeless work of art.

How it stretches far and wide,
With neither beginning nor end.
A fingerprint of the Creator,
Far more than I can comprehend.

It assures me of His blessings,
In its marvelous way of adorning
Each day with the sunrise -
That they're new every morning.

Happy times are understood
By the radiant hues in the sky.
Rain drops from darker shades convey
That sometimes it's okay to cry.

Now and then in broad daylight,
The beauty a rainbow will afford,
Affirms how great it is I'm loved,
By He who always keeps His word...

The One who sets the stars in space
And calls them each by name;
The One who set me here by design
And upholds me just the same.

What more is needed to show
The sovereignty of the Most High?
I find enough each time I spare
A lingering gaze at the sky.

I heard a soft sound, like wind through the trees,
But there was no wind, for the air was still,
And the forest stood waiting, silent and strong,
Trees standing guard as they always will.

The voice kept calling me, calling my name
As I walked in peace through the still, cool green,
Wandering, wandering, into the deep
Where the silent deer walk, and the path is unseen.

Birds all above, singing their songs,
The rustle of leaves underneath every step,
And the sweet smell of pine, sweet perfume to me,
In the forest so deep, so purely kept.

"Who are you?" I asked, "Why call me?" I said,
But the voice said only, "Come closer, my child."
"I would speak with you, come," was the only reply,
Yet the peace grew stronger, there deep in the wild.

And at last, I stopped, for the voice then said,
"I am here, cease wandering," and I lifted my eyes
To a small, quiet clearing, where a fallen tree lay.
"Sit down," the voice said, in voice ancient and wise.

Many things we spoke of, the voice and I.
All the things my heart found too heavy for words
The voice and I spoke for hours, it seemed,
But the only sound made was the song of the birds.

"I understand, child. Let me take that from you.
You've carried it now for many a year."
And I felt the love like a blanket wrapped 'round,
And I felt myself, like a child, held dear.

"But, I am to blame, I have done all these things!"
"I know," said the voice, "but that means nothing now."
Then the love and the peace grew yet warmer still,
For the very life of me, I could never say how.

"Go in peace," said the voice, "you have miles to go."
As I smiled and turned to walk the green sod,
"I love you, my child." "I love you, too," I said.
The forest...my church...the voice...my God

I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely stand in front of you
If someone should attack.

Its support will be unwavering.
It will never let you down.
It will be that one true constant
When there's no one else around.

I believe that love is friendship
And a mutual respect,
A bond that can't be broken,
No matter how far it may be stretched.

It will always want the best for you
And will help you if it can,
And when this crazy world confuses you,
Love will help you understand.

Love is not betrayal.
It can look you in the eye
And its word will not be broken;
It won't manipulate or lie.

Love will not degrade you
Or destroy your self-esteem.
It won't be cold or critical
Or belittle all your dreams.

Love will not abandon you,
Despite how difficult things get.
It will create the sweetest memories,
Not a torrent of regrets.

But where there are beginnings,
There will sometimes be an end.
But our hearts are made of sturdy stock,
And so a broken heart can mend.

To love is human nature;
It is a crucial part of life.
It may not always come so easily,
But it will be well worth the fight.

Love comes in every shape and size,
And we can love in different ways.
It will still remain alive in us,
When all else has passed away.

I am a bird flying high and free,
A sleek grey dolphin in a shimmering sea,
A tawny lion with long sharp claws,
And a stealthy crocodile with powerful jaws.

I am the rain falling from the sky,
A bolt of lightning, never shy,
A rumbling earthquake way down deep,
And a crescendo of wind stopping you sleep.

I am a horse, hooves pounding the ground,
A streak of red, paws not making a sound,
A tiger hunched down, stalking its prey,
And a gentle cow, asleep in the hay.

I am the fire they try so hard to tame,
A tiny spark to a roaring flame,
A dozen waves crashing on the shore,
And an unknown beast on the ocean floor.

I am the cry of the wolf to the moon,
A ripple of heat in the month of June,
A swirl of blossoms falling from the tree,
And a soaring eagle's mournful scree.

I am a river in a far-off land,
A plethora of pebbles in a bed of sand,
A jagged mountain standing tall,
And an expanse of snow poised to fall.

The call of the wild is in my soul,
A song, a whisper, making me whole,
So I must go as I'm told,
To chase the stars before I'm old.

I believe there's a unique rose garden
Where a sturdy rose bush grows.
Among the twigs and branches
There sits a beautiful rose.
Though the stocks are strong and thorn-less,
The stems are never bare.
Here grows a large enchanting rose,
Her beauty so elegantly rare.
Standing out among the others,
Her uniqueness is heavenly fine.
A rainbow of many colors
Throughout her pedals are entwined.
In God's unique rose garden,
The rose will never wilt away.
The blossoms will bloom again and again,
And the rose will never fade.
In God's unique rose garden
It's a wonderous sight to behold,
To see the birth of eternal growth,
Where the rose will forever grow.

A new day is beginning.
Burnt orange hues
Color the distant skies.
Dew drops, a glistening symphony
Echo their sad goodbyes.
Flora bow reverently
Giving glory to the light,
Holding onto faith
In the darkness of the night.
Joyful birds a choir
Keeping heaven in their heart.
Light shatters darkness
Marking this momentous start.
New life springs forth,
Opening a well of hope.
Possibilities abound,
Quilting a beautiful kaleidoscope,
Remembering the past,
Staying true to what will come.
Trees sing praise with wind-kissed branches
Uplifted towards the sun.
Victory is for the taking.
Wishes will come true.
Xanadu in blossoms.
Yellow beams shine through.
Zealous souls rejoice in him.

I thank God for the bright morning light
And the dark sacred night.
I thank God for the morning dew
And every captivating view.

I thank God for the lush green trees
And the cool breeze.
I thank God for the bird that sings
And its colorful wings.

I thank God for the pleasant nature
And my surprising future.
I thank God for everything
And everyone in my life.