a long time gone by Karen White

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My thoughts on this novel…

I have read most of White’s published novels, and I think this one is my favorite thus far!

Home means so much to all of us and to each it is a different definition in our minds. White creates a meaning for her characters and shares it with her words. Her sensory descriptions make the images appear to me as read this fabulous book. Heirloom objects mentioned in repetition throughout make it true to her reader.
Vivien is wild at heart and often coming undone with her past chasing her and matching her in thoughts. Dementia is appearing through her mother’s actions and her speech. Mothers and daughters are evolving inside the story. The Walker women share some history and it drives the storyline along with surprises towards the ending.
Inherited ways are thought and discussed. Returning home is the key to facing Vivien’s past. Through Carol Lynne’s dairy, the reader learns the meaning of motherhood and how a women’s destiny can be revealed through those that she gives life. Children often shape women’s lives and what they do in the future. This is what the circle of life is for mothers and it takes place in this story.
The ghost of the dead woman takes form and drives the story into the past and what happened before Vivien was born. Generations are involved and objects give clues to what happened in the past. A ring inspires people to seek its meaning and it brings curiosity along the way to the intended discovery.
Whites handles the shifting timelines so well in all of her novels including this one. The era of the 1920’s has always fascinated me, and I became compelled to learn more about this timeline as I read on.

 

Keeping a gardening journal and talking about the replanting of a garden that held family memories was a nice touch too. The meaning behind the visiting crows and what a certain tree meant to the main character made me think about how nature often influences our daily thoughts. Mississippi is the location and setting in this riveting well-structured fiction novel. Storms and flooding play into the family history as a ghost visits and the cypress swamp sings in the background. Vivien is on her personal quest and journey as she rebuilds her life and leaves one behind that involves a self-centered ex-husband and a step-daughter that she can’t forget.

 

Mississippi is the location and setting in this riveting well-structured fiction novel. Storms and flooding play into the family history as a ghost visits and the cypress swampland sings in the background. Vivien is on her personal quest and challenging journey as she rebuilds her life and leaves one situation behind that involves a self-centered ex-husband and a step-daughter that she can’t forget. A step-daughter that becomes her focal point towards the end of the book. Chloe has made a lot of inroads and personal connections by visiting Vivien after she returns home. She becomes unforgettable even after she is retrieved by her father.

 

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A Girl named Rose

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A Poem by Josie E. Cook M. A.
” A prose poem of love…realization. ”

A Girl named Rose

The young woman called Rose
misses the crisp autumn in her hometown,
With many amazing sunsets against the forest trees,
She often sat on the top of her building
Watching those same trees with her early morning coffee,
This October is bringing out the Halloween sprites, ghosts,
And a variety of candy in the local stores,
She has visited the Nevada desert several times
In her travels,
Watching the peculiar animals living there,
Noting the absence of trees,
Her campsite always smelling of simmering beans
and dying wood,
Her merry band of waifs and adventure seekers
Filling the circle around the warming flames
As they talked about their dreams and lost hope.
Billy, her steady travel partner,
The creative one, so imaginative and funny,
Keeping her going and sometimes grounded too
Long in the same spot,
They were high most of the time when they could
Afford to buy or someone was sharing it,
One morning, Rose found Billy’s tattered sleeping bag
Empty,
She started dreaming of visiting Mississippi,
As she watched another sunrise
Alone and feeling lost,
Sometimes she thinks she smells bacon
Frying in the morning, before she rises,
But it is only the smell of beans lingering
Rose desires to taste her mom’s
Cooking again,
Her group leader decides to take
Them to Colorado instead,
Some weary participants
depart for San Francisco leaving
Early before Rose is packed up for departure,
So early, they can see the fog in the distance
Before the sun burns it off,
Her memories come back like a flowing
Stream,
Rose wants to see her home place soon,
Where the KKK had a history and civil rights
Brought so much drama,
She buys a bus ticket with her last coins
and few dollar bills, hide in her pack’s lining.
As Rose sits down in the back of the crowded bus,
She sees two pregnant girls sharing a bag
Of powdered doughnuts and giggling,
Her stomach growls loudly and she coughs,
They turn to stare her way,
Rose turns to the window and watches
Half-naked children play in a big mud puddle
Outside a rundown apartment building,
She never dreamed of having babies or a family,
Her mom passed on her dreams to Rose
As she rocked her in the mornings.
Back in her old town,
Rose seeks her own room,
A room she knows her aunt
Has waiting for her return,
She thinks about how her only aunt
Brought her soup in bed and checked her forehead
When she was too ill to attend school,
Some prissy lady passes Rose on the sidewalk
And Rose does not miss the look in her eyes
As she goes by,
So, condemning and hateful,
Rose wonders if she smells bad or if it is her
Ratty hair and soiled clothing that brings this on,
She has bathed in gas station restrooms and begged
For rides on this trip to reach home,
Rose reaches her favorite tree before her home,
Inside a park near it,
She stops to visit and sits at the base of it,
Enjoys the shade it brings and gentle breeze
Coming from the moving river,
Her mind empties and she closes her eyes,
Rose is weary and frightened at the same time,
Sleep comes,
She remembers overhearing grown ups
Talk at the kitchen table about the floods
Of the 1920’s,
Babies crying in the background,
Rose thinks about mothers and daughters,
Their similar ways and mannerisms,
She remembers that she hasn’t visited
New Orleans yet,
The river was always a boundary for her own
Mother,
One created by a man in her life,
A river can sweep up everything in its path
Like a man,
Your destiny becomes someone else’s
Leaving behind your dreams,
Decisions made by someone else
Crushed options and plans abandoned
As the path changes,
Rose wants the bad involvements to go away,
Her destiny feels not as hers,
She falls to sleep recalling
Her own plans,
She wants to figure it all out on her own,
A smile touches her sleeping features
As a shadow moves over her form.
A familiar young man gently picks her up
And he gathers her close,
Carrying a sleeping and exhausted Rose
To her home.
She wakes up in her room
Surrounded by her aunt and her family,
And it all comes back to her,
As Emily, her younger sister pats her hand
And starts introducing her to
The strong man that delivered her to them
A man, from her past, her first love,
And her destiny.
Rose has been dreaming of this day,
But she never believed it would be true
In real life,
Tears fill her big green eyes,
And she sits up to hug him to her,
He whispers in her ear,
“What took you so long?”
She says, “I wanted to explore the world
Around me, before I landed.”
“You were always so much like a Monarch
Butterfly seeking its destiny.”
He tells Rose this, as he kisses her cheek
And considers her wet eyes.

–J. E. Cook ©2017

Moving On~not always a choice~

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Moving On

A Poem by Josie E. Cook M. A.

leaving a place of love and happiness…

Moving On

 

Moving is scary to me,

Leaving the things behind that I became

Accustomed and familiar to

the change of the seasons every year,

those colors the tree leaves always

become every fall,

the sunrises and sunsets full of the

emptying cloud ranges,

the places on their horizons

that I view each day after day,

sitting on the deck at dawn

watching the day begin and end,

In the morning, the sky bringing up its light,

sitting right beside the big Maple tree

that I will always miss after I am gone

from here,

listening to the rise of the day,

nothing there, except me and that

special tree,

a tree where my daughter spent her

afternoons after school swinging, talking with her

friends, and climbing with her cat,

daylight arrives and I think of haunts of this land,

I’ll miss this tree, the memories will bring it back

After I am gone,

But what I’ll miss even more is this weird little

White house I bought myself,

It’s creaking and moaning during thunderstorms,

Its own pellicular grace and style

That brought me happiness so many times

While I was here.

The garden that I tended and worked in

With its life cycles each season,

Tiny seeds being pressed into the soil

Waiting for them to poke through

The ground,

Maybe, I am just a seed, too

What I’ll remember most is my bedroom

Here,

Because it is right beside my big Maple tree

It stands there like a soldier guard,

My bedroom windows look out to the garden

That I love,

I hate to be a long time gone from this

Place of love and happiness

But, I am moving on. –J. E. Cook ©2017

 

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Allie & my daughter, Victoria having a discussion under the big Maple.

My Beloved One

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I remember many shared seconds, minutes, and hours

Between us,

Some so very special and others too intense with violence,

You came into my life after I cast a wish in desperation,

I thought you were my granted remedy to life’s

Classification of love,

Those first months were full of it,

You seemed strong and well healed,

Like you overcame all your life’s disappointments, trials,

And countless teases filled with scorn.

We grew together and shared our closest thoughts,

The outside world crept in on us,

We were unable to keep the gate locked and sealed,

Your anger over not being in control,

Consumed and punished your soul,

Our joyous dances were tarnished and battered,

I couldn’t comfort you enough to make you forget,

Your past was defining you once more,

Our dual carriageway became more difficult to navigate,

You took with greed and stopped sharing or giving,

Now you are at rest it appears,

Making me a widow; something I thought about often.

 

Some days I still recall you as my head pounds

With pain reminding of your numerous punches

In that one place,

Recalling your muscular knees digging into my narrow shoulders

As you sat on my hurting chest,

Me sinking further into the quilts crafted by your

Mother’s blind hand,

Blackness occurring,

My breath slowing and pausing,

Hearing background noise mingled with familiar voices,

A slight imbalance,

Enough to gain a bit of control,

Then standing by the dark window,

Screaming so loud as my lungs would allow,

Feeling the swelling and bruising of my face,

Seeing you inches from me,

Gawking and shaking,

Turning and fleeing,

Those are not memories, I wish to recall now,

Only the sweet times that we had and captured,

I will still protect those as I thought you once did,

You will never read this,

I am compelled to release it,

My misery is over and you have gone into eternity,

I don’t know if you will be granted that next life.

I always loved you and I am told by your mother

How sorry you were for what you did to us,

I couldn’t live with you anymore,

My daughter’s protection is always my charted purpose,

I will shield her from you as she saved me from

Your aspiration to make me your dead target.

Your slamming hands created some permanent nerve damage,

However, your fate has ended our suffering now.

You are my beloved, and always will be because I forgive you,

As I keep recalling one scene from our shared past,

Opening the door, finding you on the enclosed porch

Appearing to be sleeping with several electrical cords

Entwined and wrapped around your neck tucked inside

Your dusty work jacket as your eyes opened to meet mine

In the dim morning light streaming in through those porch

Windows as tears rolled down your whiskered covered

Cheeks,

Those eyes blood laced and tired,

You tried to hang yourself in our tiny garage along the alley,

But the beam broke under your weight not allowing you

To complete your yearning that early morning.

You destroyed us as they craved for it,

Demolished the trust, our loyalty, and our love

With your growing hatred,

You were ailing,

Me—a woman that was beaten down and belittled,

I couldn’t think straight anymore,

I anticipated peace and justice and found none,

Just like you inside your head suffering,

Your single focus ending this torment,

Mine was still seeking peace and something for my child,

Something that you could not give either one of us,

Hope keeps me going,

We felt a kinship at our beginning and built on it,

I broke my own rule to be with you,

My beloved, I want you to be at peace now,

Even though, I am not sure that will be possible

After all, you did here on our planet Earth. –J. E. Cook ©2017

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Death by Devastating Causes

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ST. PARIS – Lawrence E. “Frosty” Cook, 57, of Saint Paris, passed away on Friday, February 3, 2017. A gathering of friends and family will be held from 1 to 4 p.m. on Saturday, February 11, 2017 in the Evans-Purk Building, 115 S. Church St., Saint Paris. ATKINS-SHIVELY FUNERAL HOME, St. Paris, is serving the family.

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Speculating about how things might change

or twist into something so precarious…

 

Down to the final switch of fate,

 

Under the eaves of sturdy beams of trust

 

Where Ivy leaves cling to the walls of timeless flights,

With their own iron grip,

 

Never letting go…of their perilous sights and inner perceptions.

 

Flowing ever so wildly, like the steam from a cooling expressway.

 

Bleeding the dawn until dusk separates the distances.

 

Idling freely among the breezes and cloud torrents,

 

Perspiring amidst the opinions and judgements of others,

 

Preferably, living from one day to the next one,

 

If only these ideas could be unabridged and complete…

 

Not caught in dreams of a woman from your past.

 

Often, continually searching for those lost sensations,

While being in the world as something that might be

compared to confinement with no custody.

 

Then, you are taken away to the holes of hell,

Leaving the pits of deceit behind upon exit.

Shrunken memories become the spoken word,

Serving no real purpose.

 

Yet, faces, they reenter and they go…

Like subtle apparitions arriving so similar to

ghostly mirror images on a surface of a frozen lake.

These somewhat fickle beings become the trend,

Inside the minds that are

never letting go…

Honestly, time doesn’t heal all,

Not the things that never happened, or the things that did.

What is left behind becomes the fog of oneself?

Time,

Is so relentless,

Thoughts are garbled,

Can one honestly, think about their early years

As this insatiable insanity continues to fester,

Longing for a time in the past,

But, there is no future.

These tangles of yearning,

Caused the original darkness where you

Adapted to your inner sanctum

Where loving, hating, and everywhere between…

Caused the cursing, the changing emotions, and

Many hardened thoughts.

 

I am wearing a flowing scarf of strangling tensions,

With the past that has grown tired of the aggressive belligerent,

Tugging,

Of never letting go…

Until you are gone.

–J. E. Cook ©2017 (In memory of Lawrence E. Cook)

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Life’s Quest

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Life’s Quest

 

There’s always a challenge

As the truth has another

Truth underlying it.

Lost souls float past

On the roads, streets, and

Highways intersecting our lives.

The secrets of our souls

Are a part of the whole.

To control their destiny becomes

The key to survival.

Hidden wisps can become

The tools to success,

They may lead to

One’s wall of revelations.

          –J. E. Cook ©2016

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Nobody’s House

Nobody’s House

Vintage lacework
Lines your crumbling porch steps,
Wicked weeds
Grow through your spindled bars of cracked gray-white,
Brown-green moss
Crept in to devour
Your smooth cool surfaces of beady pebbles.
You became so forgotten,
And your history has no recent accounts to verify,
Except for those silk spider webs
and some eerie transparent beings,
Lingering inside your dusty halls,
Where cracked wallpaper becomes tiny dust motes,
With mystical orbs floating upward among the decaying
light fixtures,
And tattered tapestry walls.
Your red clay shingles, long gone in many places,
leaving Big black holes,
Where the spirits and old sorrows collect,
Panes of tall glass are missing and long ago shattered.
Hearty vines are tangled and growing through open areas,
And they surround loose metal gutters clanking in the wind.
You look mournful and sad
With a permanent tired presence,
Circled by tall dead grass and brown gathered scrub,
You have fallen apart
In this lonely address,
Located on a dreary back road,
Among the plowed rows and endless fields,
That meet the sinister thickets,
In abandonment.
–J. E. Cook ©2016
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Poetry in Motion with the Flow of Tides

 

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The Secret World of Magical Beings

A Poem by Josie Cook

World of written and spoken words…

The Secret World of Magical Beings

Stuck in a plantation of growing confrontations,

My passage to another location becomes

a portal to numerous words unheard until this date.

Many tiny pixies, genies, and sprites

drift with the bluebirds.

They are a mere symptom from some unwritten world.

With the sky above their land and the

Oceans riding to the wind-blown sand,

Little by little, their world construction is created.

From the darkness of night to the light of dawn;

From all that is obscure, and from all that is pale.

No being is dismayed by the revelation of their splendid words.

They live among trunks, branches, leaves that ground them

To their hidden world.

The one that sees them is the one that believes in them,

their life creations are written inside the deep forest

where the pale leaves exist with the colorful ones,

Among the living organisms and the bright reflections,

Underneath loose bark, and the deep depths of the liquid pools,

Their enigma is born to protect the free speech of the open plains.

The casting of an evil curse upon their world will be protested and

Dissolved by the disbanding of it.

Evolution comes from their seas and the creation of their words;

Wondrous chortling from the bemused elves

Flows through the open air as the wind blows away the sadness and despair.

For this is now their land and one that no individual owns.

 There is no escape from their world, they treasure

this collection of their words.   –J. E.  Cook ©2017

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UNITED IN PEACE COLLABORATION, 2016

73 voices from 17 different countries around the world unite in peace. All these poets are in alphabetical order by their first name. *Please feel free to copy and share all these verses on your page.

As the Christmas lights shine brightly again
I hear some laughter now and then
I can’t help but wonder how comforting it must be
That despite all my blunders, to have such a loving family
5hade5layer – USA

This picture makes me think of my sister.
She lives on the other side of the country from me.
It remind’s me of the happy times we had together at these time.
Luckily she’s coming next year with my nephew and nieces.
Andrew Jacobs – USA

The bough of an oak tree. Each sunrise, a Christmas season regarding non-religious affairs of love. Every culture a string of light, learning the civilizing tradition. Its circumference is revealed by a day of joy. And that sun in the sky-will umbra and preserve all Christmas season… And love will bath our world forever.
Arthur Henn – USA

The lights cascade down
Spilling light like joy
Shedding light on to happy faces
Of family spending time together
Ashley.J.Parker – New Zealand

Bells jingle at every door as boughs play lyre and the merry breeze sings Carol.
Cladded as friends, we cross the fences gathering on the warm lap of mother green for this holy feast.
Singing with glee, praying for peace, we share smiles, love and cake.
The lights dance against the night while Heavens peeked through the curtain and smiled.
Atiba Sheikh – India

Let light be shed in our lives this day
Make us realise that come what may
We’re united by LOVE which remains in our heart
Even though we be ten thousand miles apart
Babsie Bell – Scotland

It’s the light in the dark
That stops the family falllng apart
The light keeps raining down
Keeping them safe and sound
B. Coelho – UK

In this time of change, we should not change,
for no matter what may fall,
our love for all who walk this earth
is the love that conquers all.
Beccy – UK

It’s the light in the dark
That stops the family falllng apart
The light keeps raining down
Keeping them safe and sound
Bobbie – UK

man defines the divine in his own limited terms
with electric lights replacing inspiration
and our own illumination replacing the holy
this season, let us embrace those things which we do not know
bob strating  – USA

Meeting in accord
Celebrating
The ultimate love story ever told
Let love continually shine in you
Cassie – Kenya

Give thanks and enjoy these holidays,
For we never know when it’ll fade away.
May you experience joy, laughter, peace, and hugs,
And spread kindness to all who need love.
Chantal – USA

Asking answers in a dark;
Stairing questions in a sun.
Paint a world black to blind;
Our breath feed truth a fund.
Cory Barrett – USA

Lights shine their path upon the bark.
Laughs sing a songs all like a lark.
Hands and arms spread warm and love.
Heaven looks down from high above.
crystal – Sweden

All the loves of this earth, ever loved shall
be revealed again thru the sparkling, camouflagic
hope, unfolded onto delicate surfaces gently placed
from the heavenly flame…..peace on earth.

dana – USA

The night looks almost eerie,
if it didn’t look so warm,
the lights, the joy, the friendships,
keep us up until the dawn.
Daniel Marchetti – Australia

 

“The warmth, respect and true affection
Can bind us all without hesitation
Together we’ll face this moonless night
With love in our hearts, our Christmas light.”

Dhaye – Philippines

“Stars speaks of the story of miracle
As the sky brightens up in delight
With the news of the birth of Christ
Every broken soul finds a hopeful light”
Dhiman – India

Surround your hearts around the festive table
Wrapped together, Christmas presents, in prayer
Joy below the tree of life, one holy family
Happy Birthday baby Jesus light of lights
Earl Schumacker – USA

delighted faces all aglow
round table with food to spare
star lit nooses hanging some
the feast goes on with flare.
Einstein Noodle – USA

Light flickers, framed by the love of many tongues.
Life – grown from roots deep draped in radiance.
Empathy clasps trembling hands, whispering hope
‘Pon horizons, may prayers be Heaven heard.
emmajoy – UK 

From the darkened whispered world we rise

And come now together in radiant light

So with echoed songs of unity’s voice

This blessing flows into the heavenly night

  1. Froman – USA

Bring evergreen to deciduous night
by baubles and stars let there be light
‘neath angels drink and eat our fill
we trust in the spring of our earthly will.
Gandre  – USA

Mesmerized by darkness, shadows dance in eternity
growth to infinity – that’s their nature is
so easy that it takes effort to say ‘no’..
but saviors are the droplets
emancipated and attached to light of God
the end of dark
brings then the birth of us
Gaurav – India

Beneath life’s boughs all mankind waits
on what is offered by the fates,
praying for, both love and peace,
and that all worldwide strife will cease.
Gee – England

Count your day with a smile and never with tears.
Count your night by the day and shadows will fall behind you.
Count your life by happiness and not with pains.
Every time we love,everytime we give,it’s Christmas.

Ifeoma Isabella okeke – Nigeria

Christmas Time; a gift, the holy & sacred birth of Jesus
A time when mankind unites in warmth, tolerance, respect and true affection
Jesus; the tree of life, his light & power shine from God’s deep, foundational roots
Allowing his gleaming love to cascade down over us, like oil, overflowing & filling us
Im His Daughter – Canada 

Gathered tenderly under the glow
Remembering gifts from long ago
Not the toys and season’s decor
But a gift from the Father we love and adore
James Andersen – USA

Waited year for such a twilight,
Where we all pray under the bright light,
Fight all the evils on the Christmas night,
Let’s make it a beautiful sight.
Jasbir Kaur – India

The faithful gather glowing warm
To celebrate the precious Son..
May all the Earth come together in Love
And Sing in Praise to Heaven Above.
J.J. NIGHTINGALE – USA

I pray the hope of peace can expand to every nation.
I pray every child and family is safe and have shelter.
The sound of war is silence.”

I hope you like dear friend.
John Castellenas/Coyote – USA

 

Love is the answer no matter the question,
Give it and I will return three fold.
Learned through practice and not suggestion,
More than a rule than is made of gold.
J Todd Underhill – USA

Under world’s tree with angel’s our spirits join kneeling.

Light of life between our heart’s fire and heaven’s stars shining.

What joy, what pain, what tears humanity is calling.

Christmas made real by all praying, sharing, giving.

Kathy Van Kurin – USA

Here we are to eat the feast of peace,
Just enough to celebrate the scene,
When the stars all begins to sing,
That here comes the true prince of peace.
Kay Salisu Titilola  – Nigeria

There is a tree, and light.
There are people we know because we know people.
We love each other, we may not know it yet.
Stand up and hug.
Keith Martell – USA

A light rises, guiding warm stars
And spirits finding solace
In all the worlds that feeling
Comes with the welcome of a timeless meeting
Ken Simm – UK

when all of nature reflects

darkness fades from within

spirits shine and joy unveils

and love flows into everything

Ladysue – USA

Winter night, and sparkling bright, amber pearls abound.
Friends so dear and family near, gather all around.
Twilight song to night so long, can you hear the sound?
Laughter rings and carol sings, joy for blessings found.
Lawrence Raybon – USA

Sitting around the table under the tree,
No empty, cold, lonely spaces,
Only the chatter, smiles, of friendly faces,
To happiness, joy and love is key.
Lydia B. – USA

Strands join us with love growing luminous
weaving harmony with our best humanness
dissuading words and actions ever ruinous
playfully sharing our quirks so humorous!
Margie – USA

Our hearts must be open for the sacred to fall in-
Light the path to their reception, let sternums break in love.
This season, recall the forgotten; give voice
to the unloved: invite someone to come in from the cold, with you.
(Nuestros corazones necesitan abrirse para que la sagrada entre-
Ilumina el camino para su recepcion, permiten los pechos
romperse en amor. Esta estacion, recuerda los olvidados, da voz
a los no amados. Invita que alguien retirarse del frio, contigo.)
Marie Anzalone/ Raquelita – Guatemala

Gather your Family,
of bonds not blood,
whose light has shined
upon your life.
Matthew W. – Australia

gathered lights for the young and old
shine upon hearts left in such cold
bring the scent of warming prayers
answered by our Lord, The One that cares
M. Cotterman – USA

Oh Holy night, the Lord Savior has come.
Bright glowing faces, lighting up a new night,
Peace, love, joy, and happiness toward all.
May your days truly be merry and bright.
ME Lyle – USA

Under the spring sky
celebrating, why?
It’s not Christmas in this picture
Just a falsehood, a conjecture
Mikael – Finland

It is that season … once again
Of hearths aglow and hearts within
That season when I stand apart
Longing to feel a … joyous heart.
Misery – USA

Beneath the Tree of Life we dance and dance
Held together by common bonds of caring
We celebrate together year after year
It’s all about the strength of love and sharing
Miss Owl – Somewhere

The family gathers ’round the tree
No fancy frills for all to see.
Just love and laughter for to share
And mem’ries made in Christmas air.
Miss Sharon ” USA 

Let me sit beneath the bough before the break of dawn
Let me honour those I love the living and the ones I mourn
Let me know that hope is a psalm that makes us strong
Let the light of family be the foundation of our eternal song

Moon – Somewhere

When the world has become faithless and miserable,
When souls cry across all lands.
We shall create this selfless miracle
With the light that illuminate our hands.
Nwang – India

Harp strings are the orchestration of love
and civilization in our world of survival…
Each precious life is a gift from heaven
as we gather together in love and devotion…
Patricia E. Wedel  – USA  

The tree gives hope.
Shelter and peace.
They break bread
The world unites..
Paul Bell – UK

Sparkling lights reaches the soul
Illumination of the lonely hearts
Gathering of the kin, warms hugs
Blessings – comforting love.
Pax – Philippines 

in between the warmest of hellos and goodbyes I spend my time
suspended in love and light with my dearest ones; dusk settles damply,
dreamily, but every gaze shines wetly with merriment
and keeps me lovely cozy inside.
peacemilk ” Canada

Rows of lights are falling
Like diamonds to the ground
And friends, my hopes, are calling
Where loving might be found…
Peter Rogerson – UK

As we come together, all holding hands,
Around this table of hope, and love,
We create this family, from many lands,
To honor what the season’s, truly made of.
P.L. Reed – USA

We are all but lights
illuminated by one another
seasons come and go
but our bonds remain
PoppySilver  – UK

The connection may not be real.
Our hearts may not be working.
But our souls are flying,
free from everything,
hugging and dancing with each other.
Priscila Sousa – Portugal

I looked infront, she was not happy
I invite comparison with her.
we saved us from ego.
we cherrished happiness each other
rajasjree r – India

Together forever
The thing that you see
happiness in your eyes
can you see
Rebecca G. – USA 

May darkness be swept away by the magical light,
Let us find peace and comfort in each other’s company.
Of earth we are made of – into earth we return,
let’s celebrate our love for nature this holidays!
Ria – UAE

From heavens high ✨ soft starlight cascades down ✨
to light ✨ this sharing, with all gathered ’round.
Love’s set aglow their heart’s ‘ with God’s renown,
for peace 🌿 they pray together, without sound”*
Richard W. Jenkins – USA

When you string the Christmas light around the house
Make sure one is strung around your heart,
For the ribbons, bows and tinsel pale in comparison
To the gift that comes from the heart.
The Rock and Roll Cowboy – USA

‘I’m glad you made it,’ says she to the he to her left.
‘I said I would, now here I am,’ replies said he to she.
‘It wouldn’t be Christmas without you,’ says she.
As he smiles at the lights a-glinting in her eyes.
Ron Askew – UK

Eyes filled with relief, words filled with sweetness, laughter, not on people but on jokes.
Everyone is surrounded with the drugs of love and happiness
People don’t care about where they belong or what is their faith. The only thing they care about is this great day.
That’s the beauty of Christmas and a collaboration…
Shasha – India

” I rose in love to heaven’s height,
The moon was full, the stars were bright.
The darkness slowly moved away,
My life and heart shine with YOUR Light.”
Shabeeh Haider – Pakistan

five strings of fairy lights fall from the branch of the tree at twilight,
touching the hearts of the humans below, souls intertwined, laughter and faces aglow.
you can hear the crickets come alive in the night, and oh, how wonderful it is to witness such a sight.
on the very bench that you sit; finally, you say the words “i’m all right”, and mean it.
shiloh marie – USA

This tree has watched my son grow
From little boy to a strong young man.
Here it stands in graceful beauty
A small piece of the Master’s plan
Tate Morgan – USA

Join us beneath our lighted maple,
Please come enjoy our yuletide table,
And when you hear jingle bells ring,
Smile and laugh and loudly sing.
Ted Kniffen  – Canada

It takes a whole village to raise a child

we now live in the biggest village in history.
Let us cherish one another.
Tony Jordan – UK

Another Christmas approaching fast,
Stuff the turkey, just hope it lasts.
A joyous dinner with family and friends;
Wishing the day would never end.
Valentine – USA

it reminds me of peace and tranquility
a family together celebrating the season
the great tree reminds me of a great strength
and the light is the light of God watching over us all…
wordman – USA

Spreading love and giving comfort

Is all that matters in the real world

Gather around, ye all

For Christmas bells are being being heard
YumnaKay – Pakistan

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