POEM: Heart of the Holidays

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HEART OF THE HOLIDAYS

With praise, we welcome the Holidays,
We express our love for God and man,
We celebrate each special date,
In the very best way we can.
One God . . . one world . . . for us all,
Yellow or Black or White or Brown,
Joined in spirit, mind, and heart,
Holiday Time . . . our common bond.
Thanksgiving turkeys, cranberry sauce,
Hanukkah candles, Christmas tree lights,
Ring out the Old! Ring in the New!
Heart of the Holidays . . . God’s delight!
~ Virginia "Ginny" Ellis
© July 2005
www.poetrybyginny.com

Written for Heart of the Holidays, by Sheryl Roush
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NATIVI-TEA (Tea Prayer)

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NATIVI-TEA

At the moment of my birth there was a celebration, too.
The angels sang and God was all I knew.
God was all I remembered – for on earth
as in Heaven, we are all one.
To remind us of this God sent us his Son.
Once a year we are reminded of His special birth.
It is a rejoicing that encircles all of the earth.
Gifts are given, hearts open wide,
the focus is on good and we all take pride.
The hope for my daily rebirth is now understood.
A child in a manger, simple and pure;
    a symbol of peace and innocence;
that we are all safe from danger, sound and secure.
To be in God’s presence is the present I truly need.
In this time of celebration I am freed from my own greed.
I live to give – my gifts I share.
I do not hide them or disguise them, nor place them under a tree.
My gifts of love and laughter, kindness and caring were meant for sharing;
not just once a year or for a select few.
The gifts I have are unique to me and I celebrate my own nativity.
Every birth is planned, every child has a right,
every life is precious, delicate and meant to be.
On the tree of life every child’s light shines bright for all to see.
Thank you, God; my own light clears my visibility.
There is a place for each and every one of us on God’s special tree.
We glisten and twinkle in colourful harmony.
We each have our place and together we light up the world as we claim our space;
next to each other, side by side; loving and grateful God takes pride
at the birth of each and every one of His children – that’s you and me.
Christmas is a celebration of all we are and all we can be.
Thank you God, for this divine festivity.

Amen

Dharlene Marie Fahl
Author, Poet, Tea Expert
© 2009
www.TakeUpTheCup.com

Turkey Dinner (humorous poem) by Ginny Ellis

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Turkey Dinner (humorous poem) by Ginny Ellis

I had a dream the other night,

About Thanksgiving Day,
The situation was reversed.
A Pilgrim was the bird of prey.
 
I saw some turkeys gathered ’round,
For their strange and sumptuous, feast,
They brooded, as they feuded,
Over which would get which piece.
 
The Pilgrim lay upon a platter,
Stretched out in full array,
Surrounded by potatoes,
A sight for a gourmet.
 
An apple stuffed into his mouth,
His boots of licorice black,
A gravy colored jacket,
And a charcoal tinted hat.
 
How to carve him – how to serve him?
A dilemma for the birds,
GOBBLE!  GOBBLE!  GOBBLE!
Was the frantic sound I heard.
 
"Let’s roast him," cackled one old hen,
"Saute’ his innards and his heart."
"Boiling’s good," another said.
"Let’s serve him ala carte."
 
"Oh my," I thought, when I woke up,
"How rude those turkeys were!"
Then I hastened to the table,
To polish off my turkey bird.
 
 
Virginia (Ginny) Ellis
Copyright November 2002 ~ 2003 ~ 2006
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